LIFE’S LONGING FOR ITSELF: Lacunae, an Elegy for My Mother, Part V — by Lisa Wilde
April 28th, 2016 | by Lisa Wilde
It has not been easy for me to call myself an artist (and I still feel that some will say
April 28th, 2016 | by Lisa Wilde
It has not been easy for me to call myself an artist (and I still feel that some will say
April 21st, 2016 | by Lisa Wilde
Probably the most liberating part of leaving home was that it gave space to my unconscious. It was my unconscious—rambunctious,
April 14th, 2016 | by Lisa Wilde
To be continued… I think the hardest part of my teenage years was the silence. As you can see