It is coming
This being the first day of July should be noted as the first day of my birth month. Let us not confuse it with the end of my birthday but rather the month of which it falls. I have been lax after all with keeping a writing journal and as the day of birth approaches, this being the month of it, I have this emotion to fix it. The last journal made, at the end of 2013 was most correct. I vowed to make 2014 on dedicated to art and so it has. I have kept several journals , of the hand written kind, and have made many videos to mark the months. This summer has been special because it is the summer of art. When nature blooms and we know the sun in at its best. So too has been my art.
From here there shall be only results. Even this entry, heralding the mark of my birth month, serves as the means to fulfill a transformation of self making. Perhaps every artist does this. Romantically I believe so. The number of years lived and experienced and yes, triumphed over, make this one different the rest. The caterpillar declares its intention to be a great and beautiful thing. Said as leaves are munched in abundance. A rather fine metaphor. So you see I am consuming, researching, being inspired at all levels of life. For her marks the days leading to meta-transformation. Sorry no picture is present, for now. Look to my day of birth for there shall be something. First day of July indeed gives my heart a flutter of passion, only matched by the woman I call wife.
From here there shall be only results. Even this entry, heralding the mark of my birth month, serves as the means to fulfill a transformation of self making. Perhaps every artist does this. Romantically I believe so. The number of years lived and experienced and yes, triumphed over, make this one different the rest. The caterpillar declares its intention to be a great and beautiful thing. Said as leaves are munched in abundance. A rather fine metaphor. So you see I am consuming, researching, being inspired at all levels of life. For her marks the days leading to meta-transformation. Sorry no picture is present, for now. Look to my day of birth for there shall be something. First day of July indeed gives my heart a flutter of passion, only matched by the woman I call wife.