04/13/2026
Florence and the Machine. I had a plan—an extension of the Quest. I sought out three female artists who each give voice to the struggle against sexism and the reclamation of feminine power. I called them my trifecta: Neko Case, Lily Allen, and Florence and the Machine. Each gave a distinct performance, yet all moved me deeply.
Last night, it was Florence and the Machine. Florence breathed in the audience and we breathed her right back. She wept, she skipped, she flowed and danced with her witches. She spilled her heart, interacting with us until she healed—and so did we. We were one giant organism filled with energetic harmony and heightened emotion. Florence connected us all. I woke up today, my 61st birthday, and wept. Something touched me deep down: the truth of being a woman, the inherent magic we hold, and the collaborative power that is ours for the taking.
Live music is more potent than any streaming service. Just as original fine art affects the brain differently than a reproduction, live music possesses a resonance and an energetic, collective component that recorded music cannot translate.
The foundation of this story is creative need and how it folds itself into expression. As my own art beams toward feminism, I absorb the journeys of those who have walked this path before me—and those walking beside me now. My hope is that this breeze of creative change becomes a hurricane. For so long, I have waited for a new direction. My heart has always had to lead, and this time, it has grabbed my hand at a full run.
Last year, I visited the graves of my ancestors and thanked the women for their journeys. I asked that their feelings of being “less than”—and my own—be transcended into love. My fire was further stoked after a brush with an art museum over what “inclusion” really means for women in the arts. Then came a visit to Jane Addams’ home. Yes, this is a Quest.
Special thanks to everyone who shared their photos with me!!!