i am not an artist.
it begins with a small, innocent arc, as simple as any other would be. and then there is another. and another. and another and another. until? until my eyes are satiated with the haphazard patchwork of shapes, colors, images, ideas. each random episode flowing seamlessly into the next reaction of heart and mind. i dont know what i want. but i will know it when i see it. there is no overall plan. no grand scheme. no master conductor. only what we choose to write into the past. we are all jazzy muscians coming and going for brief and extended interludes where we skit-skat-skiddle-dee-bop our way onto a collaborated mural that emotes the story of our lives. we all share this moment in time and space. now is a once in a lifetime opportunity. do not let it pass.
expect nothing, and everything you get is a gift.
expect nothing, and everything you get is a gift.