Tuesday, March 12, 2019

The joy of creation

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I wonder if art is a blank canvas, or blank glob of clay, or a blank page? That there is the start of something formless, shapeless, beckoning out from empty area? That the artist can see like an  iceberg peeking the water? They may not know the full shape, but wonder about the discovery. This is the joy of creation. To explore, through building.

Friday, March 1, 2019

Missing timelines

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Timelines are hard for people. I'm not sure if this has to do with our own deaths, or social standings, but not meeting a timeline can be painful. For some reason we think that were less, that we could have been more organized or energetic. While it would be impossible for me to make a blanket statement regarding everyone's timelines, I can say for my own, best I can do is acceptance. I need to accept the good that I've done, with the time that I've had. That needs to be enough. Tomorrow always comes, and I don't know if that's a blessing or a curse.

The joy of creation

I wonder if art is a blank canvas, or blank glob of clay, or a blank page? That there is the start of something formless, shapeless, beckoni...

 

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