A Path Is A Prior Interpretation Of

Every Woman Who Appears Wrestles With The Forces That Would Have Her Disappear. She Struggles With The Forces That Would Tell Her Story For Her, Or Write Her Out Of The Story ... The Ability To Tell Your Own Story, In Words Or Images, Is Already A Victory, Already A Revolt.

I Grew Up With Landscape As A Recourse, With The Possibility Of Exiting The Horizontal Realm Of Social Relations For A Vertical Alignment With Earth And Sky, Matter And Spirit. Vast Open Spaces Speak Best To This Craving, The Spaces I Myself First Found In The Desert And Then In The Western Grasslands.

Eduardo Galeano Notes That America Was Conquered, But Not Discovered, That The Men Who Arrived With A Religion To Impose And Dreams Of Gold Never Really Knew Where They Were, And That This Discovery Is Still Taking Place In Our Time.

Time Itself Is Our Tragedy And Most Of Us Are Fighting Some Kind Of War Against It.

Joy Doesn't Betray But Sustains Activism. And When You Face A Politics That Aspires To Make You Fearful, Alienated And Isolated, Joy Is A Fine Initial Act Of Insurrection.