January 9, 2001: Within seconds

Two mornings in a row, Miss Addy has done something incredibly unique—she walks to the corner of her fully furnished cockatiel condo and bows her head for a period of time. Has my little girl learned how to pray?

I share my paintings in hopes of discovering that I’m not alone. There must be others who cannot stop! Hate me! Hate me! Treat me like I’m challenged! Burn from me this Goddamn desire! Allow me to be free from this constant craving!

Who are these people I draw? From where do their faces appear? I cry real tears when completion is reached—it’s as if they’re looking over my shoulder again. Who am I to bring them back to life? Are they chiefs or warriors? Maybe whites pretending to be… Will someone please explain this to me!