Passion
Passion neglected, or suppressed, expresses as anger, its lowest and basest form.
Labels: thought
I decided to start anew—to strip away what I had been taught, to accept as true my own thinking. This was one of the best times of my life. There was no one around to look at what I was doing, no one interested, no one to say anything about it one way or another. I was alone and singularly free, working into my own, unknown—no one to satisfy but myself. I began with charcoal and paper and decided not to use any color until it was impossible to do what I wanted to do in black and white. I believe it was June before I needed blue.
—Georgia O’Keeffe
—Georgia O’Keeffe
Sunday, June 30, 2013
