What Michelle Zauner’s “Paprika” Taught Me About Making Art (and Peace With It)
What a joy it is—a singular joy, an occasion for jubilee—to allow your art’s translation through another point of view.
To linger in tones and words? I opened the floodgates and found No water, no current, no river, no rush How’s it feel to stand at the height of your powers To captivate every heart? Projеcting your visions to strangers Who feel it, who listen to linger on еvery word
Crying in H Mart Jubileehandful
What else is here?
At the center of magic, the artist feels the past in her bones and wonders, What else is here?
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