A rare experience of a moment at daybreak when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day's unity.
You cannot set art off in a corner and hope for it to have vitality reality...
It evolved from my experience in the fifties growing up during the McCarthy...
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre the mind shapes itself to the body and roaming round its gilt cage only seeks to adorn its prison.
