Some artists collect trophies, press headlines, prestige. But there’s a different kind of artist — one who opens his pain like a door and invites others to step through.

My mother-in-law gave me a maid’s uniform at our wedding and said: “This will remind you of your place in our home.” But when she saw the gift from my parents, she completely lost control

…Mais mon père ne broncha pas. Il la regarda calmement, presque froidement, comme un homme qui a trop longtemps toléré — et qui maintenant met une limite.

…Ale otec ani nemrkl. Podíval se na ni tiše, skoro ledově, jako člověk, který dlouho mlčel a teď je připraven udělat konečnou tečku.

Early that morning, people were shaken awake by a deep, rolling boom — the kind of sound that makes you think a building has just given way.
Some artists collect trophies, press headlines, prestige. But there’s a different kind of artist — one who opens his pain like a door and invites others to step through.
My mother-in-law gave me a maid’s uniform at our wedding and said: “This will remind you of your place in our home.” But when she saw the gift from my parents, she completely lost control