A journal of musings, ramblings, paintings, songs, half-hearted notes, half-baked ideas, recipes, dreams, pieces of twine, road signs, cocktail napkins and small disasters.
Monday, June 20, 2005
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There is a movement afoot to create something in the places where nothing prevously exists but space to breathe and time for exhalation, and in time changes happen. We finally become who we are, deeper and colored from the exertion of lifting into place the rattling performance of constructing new identities and masked agendas. An anxiety of purpose and questioning identities resolves into the construction, the image, the big picture. Without direction, seemingly unrelated to the original purpose, an art is created; finally focused, narrowly defined, moving forward.
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