Something that amazes me about artists is their ability to turn dross into gold - to take crushing pain and tribulation and turn it into something beautiful, whether it be a song, story, or image.
Frida Kahlo, Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath were all such alchemists. Their modern sisters? Perhaps Francesca Lia Block. And recently I've decided that Tristan Prettyman may belong to their ranks as well. I've always thought of her as a "feel-good" singer/songwriter ... but these stripped-down songs are powerful, honest and beautiful.