Fine art is the discipline of breaking rules.
The open road. Seemingly my only friend for years upon end since leaving war. The road embraced me, let me breathe, and more importantly, did not judge me.
It is not enough to hope for something to happen and throw it into the universe. You, too, must also work to make it happen.
How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake of lower class reality back into their mouths?
Stigma's power lies in silence. The silence that persists when discussion and action should be taking place. The silence one imposes on another for speaking up on a taboo subject, branding them with a...
Get acquainted with your shadow, or find yourself surprised when a crisis emerges.
If anyone thinks interracial "anything" is a big deal, they're probably inbred.