One of the best choices I've ever made is to simply smile at myself when I look in the mirror. Who wants to stare into eyes that are full of criticism and judgement? Who in there right minds WOULD like someone who was never happy to see them?
Who is Yoko Ono? Filmmaker, artist, composer? Environmentalist, Libran, Bird-woman, teenage idol? Working all her life in the multifarious forms of “Concept Art,” has she finally transcended her perimeterless “painting of the mind” to become pure concept herself?1, 2