A quote for February 2025.
All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up. All of it, the literal and the fanciful.
—James Baldwin
From Nobody Knows My Name: More Notes of a Native Son (Penguin Books, London, 1991).
Photography by Thomas Stephan.
