Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
Meltin' in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins my own
They belong to me, me

People say "beware!"
But I don't care
The words are just
Rules and regulations to me, me

'Gloria' by Patti Smith

From 'Constellations' collaborative essay with Aaron Hill, 2010

Fumble between, SMKM, Miami, 2008

The Eye of the Beast, SMKM, Miami Beach, 2001

“I believe that we, that this planet, hasn't seen its Golden Age. Everybody says its finished ... art's finished, rock and roll is dead, God is dead. Fuck that! This is my chance in the world. I didn't live back there in Mesopotamia, I wasn't there in the Garden of Eden, I wasn't there with Emperor Han, I'm right here right now and I want now to be the Golden Age ...if only each generation would realise that the time for greatness is right now when they're alive ... the time to flower is now.”
― Patti Smith

The inheritance and womanhood in a family

The traits, the gifts, the thoughts, the love that is passed down

The hips, the lips, the shoes, the walk

Crafting, creating, cultivating the history of the world

Knox is my name, Moody is the other, our passing through space and time

Has many layers, depth in this Earth, rays in the sky, brightness in the stars

Claire Gyllian born 1991, Mary Margaret born 1926