
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom. "
Text: Anais Nin
Photo: Nobuyoshi Araki
Remind Me To Forget About This Tomorrow...
Art and Sex and Literature.
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
Text: The Velveteen Rabbit, Margery Williams
Photo: Chris Heads