So worried was I that people would see through the painting into my soul - and guess at secret Alison stuff - that I scraped the paint off the canvas. It was too risky to expose what everyone hides...And yet… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
The exchange of words is a lot like a virtual handshake. Is the writer's grasp of the language strong and bold? Are the words… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
Sharing words with someone you have never met is like observing a shadow, without seeing the whole person; the place where my shadow touches… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
Universal love is the standard-sized socket that everyone can plug into. No adapting mechanism required. — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
We need a safe place, a reserve of truth, a place where words kindle ideas and set ideas sparking off in others, a word… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
There are many out there who proudly call themselves critics, but I have come to see that many of those critics have never tested… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
It is a rare and valuable tonic to share insights, dreams and concerns with people whom you have never met. The sole purpose for… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
There are two types of people in this world: Gypsy and Gadge. Which one am I? Neither. I'm a writer. — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
So worried was I that people would see through the painting into my soul - and guess at secret Alison stuff - that I… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
Paint right into the darkness. While painting in these conditions the mind shifts gears, engaging the unconscious. Unique 'insights' happen in the dark. — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
If the weeds are pulled out of the garden too soon, the too shallow roots of the plants developing around it get pulled up… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
