acceptance

I would like to be like water, or rather like milk.
Completely pourable.
I am right now more like stone, or sand, or like a sauce full of lumps.
What does one do with lumps?

Louise Bourgeois 1957 journal entry

red inside

 

'She layers existing histories with new narratives suggested by current events
to create a psychological terrain of pathos, tenderness and unease.
The dualities of love and suffering, danger and protection, life and death and
the human need for understanding are universal themes'

about Berlinde de Bruckere