The setting: A backyard party at Yvette's in North Austin.
The players: Lots of people, including Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano and Ana-Maurine Lara.

There was this cute party where I learned how to make micheladas (thanks to Orlando) and where a small group of us got into a very passionate discussion on Latin@ LGBT politics, family, land, art and the role of artists in social change. In the midst of this, Lorenzo asked how the writing project was going. I asked him if he'd write a word. He said yes.

He wrote "possibilities" - and said, "That's the closest thing I have to religion. The idea that all is possible. " It was a very (meta) physical discussion there for a moment. Including the idea that our language, and our frameworks limit what we can imagine. How's that for a philosophical question?

How cool is that? And, then I ask, does the word become a possibility? The moment? The ink left on skin? At what level does possibility break down between time and space? And what does this all have to do with art? And being an artist? Everything, dahling. Everything.