“Why is one compelled to write? To set oneself apart, cocooned, rapt in solitude, despite the wants of others. Virginia Woolf had her room. Proust his shuttered windows. Marguerite Duras her muted house. Dylan Thomas his modest shed. All seeking an emptiness too imbue with words. The words that will penetrate virgin territory, crack unclaimed combinations, articulate the infinite. The words that informed Lolita, The Lover, Our Lady of the Flowers.

There are stacks of notebooks that speak of years of aborted efforts, deflated euphoria, a relentless pacing of the boards. We must write, engaging in a myriad of struggles, as if breaking in a willful foal. We must write, but not without consistent effort and a measure of sacrifice: to channel the future, to revisit childhood, and to rein in the follies and horrors of the imagination for a pulsating race of readers.” Patti Smith, from Devotion

 We write or sketch or photograph because we must. It is, in the end, what we think we know and what we can’t abandon. A wicked salvation played out again and again and again before an audience of one, critical and crazed. Loved and questioned.

In this new year, we will offer a small number of limited edition prints - all signed and numbered - pulled from an archive of favorite images. Patti In Prague will be an edition of only 10, printed personally on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Paper, 10.5 x 12 inches. $100 each, plus appropriate shipping and tax.

Patti in Prague, $100