Tuesday, March 12, 2019

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, 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.


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