Saint Joan.

I'm considering going on T.

There is depth to this, and I may be able to explain eventually, but every time I think of it, and I think of it often, I list the reasons why I should not. I've been talking myself out of it for two years.

La Goulue.

When given the option, it is far preferable to make art than to have emotions. One nearly always has the option, yes?

Great beauty, and the lack of it, are both courageous acts.

I stole a poster from the subway today. I thought of Toulouse-Lautrec.