PERILS
of a Southern Black Woman
stories, tales, and nightmares told in the light
To behave as an artist is to dance awkwardly in the nude before many. If artists are to survive their critics and themselves, they must die and be resurrected multiple times by the very same society and inner monologue that killed their confidence in art making. To proclaim oneself an artist, is to crown oneself, even when the court of public opinion may not accept you as a queen or king. Patricia R. Corbett
