living with serene notepad!

Had she any paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift of metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

✴︎ Sula – Toni Morrison ✴︎