This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one must ever see the process — only the finished bolt of goods. They must never suspect that that crimson thread running through the pattern is blood.


The Spying Heart (1989)


This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one must ever see the process — ...

This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one must ever see the process — ...

This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one must ever see the process — ...

This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one must ever see the process — ...