I make things I want to have, to hold, to remember. Because they comfort me or lift my spirits or expand my awareness or open my heart. They make me feel safe, real, alive. They give my life meaning, and hope.
I love the way tulips bend and open and fall apart. I love their insides and their color and their shape. I love that they remind me of the beauty and fragility of my own life.
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