Whitley Kros is a gypsy child.
That's how we've always seen her.
With eyes just above the tall grass, a wanderer, a nomad,
an inspirer of greatness in all she meets.
Comfortable in cafes, or standing at the sea,
or stretched out on foreign rooftops under long bolts of purple sky Whitley Kros
moves through life like a magical spirit.
Whitley Kros is one you yearn to touch.
She's always been that way. Nothing any of us could do.
No talking down a dreamer. Just the same as all of those who came before her,
Birken, Korrina, Guggenheim, Bowie. Whitley communes with each of them. Leaves her
tiny handwritten poems and grainy black and white photographs slipped between the
pages of old classics. She is not here collect, she is here to inspire. All she keeps is that
which fits inside her satchel. Her trusted suitcase. Pick up. Move along. Discover.
Impact.
And that's what this is; our attempt to impact, our attempt to share. Whitley Kros is
nothing if not an ideal. An example of what true beauty can be. She is what we picture
when we discuss a natural, a muse. She is indefinable in so many ways, and she is
here. Our gift to you.
That's how we've always seen her.
With eyes just above the tall grass, a wanderer, a nomad,
an inspirer of greatness in all she meets.
Comfortable in cafes, or standing at the sea,
or stretched out on foreign rooftops under long bolts of purple sky Whitley Kros
moves through life like a magical spirit.
Whitley Kros is one you yearn to touch.
She's always been that way. Nothing any of us could do.
No talking down a dreamer. Just the same as all of those who came before her,
Birken, Korrina, Guggenheim, Bowie. Whitley communes with each of them. Leaves her
tiny handwritten poems and grainy black and white photographs slipped between the
pages of old classics. She is not here collect, she is here to inspire. All she keeps is that
which fits inside her satchel. Her trusted suitcase. Pick up. Move along. Discover.
Impact.
And that's what this is; our attempt to impact, our attempt to share. Whitley Kros is
nothing if not an ideal. An example of what true beauty can be. She is what we picture
when we discuss a natural, a muse. She is indefinable in so many ways, and she is
here. Our gift to you.
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