“too much love like too much rain begets large and bloody pools of discontent. I see my winter marked in your eyes. Whoever told you I was perfection?'-exerpt from Valide” — Barbara Chase-Riboud Copy Share Image
“too much love like too much rain begets large and bloody pools of discontent. I see my winter marked in your eyes. Whoever told… — Barbara Chase-Riboud Copy Share Image
A transplanted Irishman, German, Englishman is an American in one generation. A transplanted African is not one in five! — Barbara Chase-Riboud Copy Share Image
I think our civilization is minimal enough without underlining it. Sculpture as a created object in space should enrich, not reflect, and should be… — Barbara Chase-Riboud Copy Share Image
Python carries his loneliness in him as if he had eaten clay. — Barbara Chase-Riboud Copy Share Image
