BUENOS AIRES, Argentina – I want a bold love, the kind that flows like a steep mountain river, roaring over the rock bed, pushing fallen branches and stones out of its way. I want a love that overflows and missteps and clamors back, a little wiser for its mistakes. I want a love that throbs…

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WOW!
Stay hungry.
I’ve got this poem taped to the wall in my art studio (spare bedroom) to remind myself that passion is what drives the artist.