An empty page, coarse paper sheet, I pick up a graphite pencil.
From fugue i find myself in this time and space. This zone. This could either be a beginning of creation or chaos.
Like a dervish am both the whirlpool and getting sucked into another one. An off kilter flight, nose-diving here, near missing theSnow Mountains
From fugue i find myself in this time and space. This zone. This could either be a beginning of creation or chaos.
Like a dervish am both the whirlpool and getting sucked into another one. An off kilter flight, nose-diving here, near missing the
It's a maze of clarity am lost in.
The morning light filters through the white and blue sheer curtains painting zebra-stripes on the whites and the creams of the wall. I haven’t really slept a calm wink and yet I need these few minutes willing them into an hour at least… uninterrupted to be with myself!
Pocketing these moments greedily. Contemplation, perception, a hungry conversation with self… a hunger for creation, the hunger for chaos, a hunger... insatiable.
The house is humming with early morning snugness and sleepy sighs.
I would give anything for a perfectly normal average girl-next-door! And, stop these crazy loops, unintended. Falling off routine and everything else like on a slider… I always hated those sliders even as a kid… no control!
Pocketing these moments greedily. Contemplation, perception, a hungry conversation with self… a hunger for creation, the hunger for chaos, a hunger... insatiable.
The house is humming with early morning snugness and sleepy sighs.
I would give anything for a perfectly normal average girl-next-door! And, stop these crazy loops, unintended. Falling off routine and everything else like on a slider… I always hated those sliders even as a kid… no control!
I let myself create the wildness on the paper, the incongruent images and lines, a few scattered sentences…
One day - am trying to get the sessile sustenance click with wilderness of my heart.
One day - soon
One day - soon