Today I'm sharing an excerpt from a post, from
Ask Polly on thecut.com, which is ultimately about shame and its usefulness in art.
I read this on a lunch break earlier this week, and it was one of those moments where everything else fell away, and I felt that the writer was talking directly to me.
I've been contemplating existential questions lately. Why do I write and create? Does it matter? Why does it even matter?
This is why.
Facing shame with an open heart, on a path to art.
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