Because I had to initiate myself as an artist through the blood, then and now.
Because I am a woman who bleeds.
Because I am a mother whose blood became life. Because my blood is their blood and their blood is mine.
Because my heart walks outside of my body in a dangerous world.
Because my blood cannot and will not be ignored. She sings, she screams, she demands a voice yet has no words.
Because transgression is my language and disruption is my purpose.
*Work in progress: something about the heart of a (birth) Mother vulnerable to the world. Clay and menstrual blood.
