These are the books I read this year. Each one imparted something, and for that I’m garteful.
The risk of experimentation isn’t prompted by success but by the desires for discovery.
Some days are like this. It’s strenuous to scribble words into sentences. We write them anyway.
In the process of searching for the words, and guiding them from my head to the page, the pictures arrive.
Maybe art is an external attempt to touch our deepest secrets, the secrets that we don’t even know are there.
The sign above the inferno of the process reads “abandon all hope ye who enter here”. Those who create enter boldly…
One of the things I’ve been asking myself is “how can I cam sharing what I’m reading a creative act?”
Art and Integrity are built upon “trust”; trust in the work, trust in the process, the trust you give to others, and the trust you receive in return.
Outside forces are vying for a chance to rid us of our peculiarities. We need rituals that remind us of our strangeness.
The process isn’t perfect but, no process ever is. Often, the best solution is simply working towards “successively closer approximations”…