The one thing I know I have to do, is to make. I must make art in some form. Graphic design was my major, but writing, fashion and jewelry design, photography, cooking, hair styling, make-up artistry—these are outlets for this itching I have to make. There is a buildup of information, color, pattern, inspiration, of ideas. I try to release the pressure in a controlled flow, in different mediums. It does not come out like this. I find that I am too tightly capped. Making is unscrewing a lid that will not budge. Grasping twisting, pain—excellent fun. No, but it has to come out or it buzzes constantly in my left ear. A divine appointment with a picture, a verse, a song, an ad will eventually wander across my path to hit the bottom of the jar. Then, the next twist will pop the lid right off so I can get to the good stuff. It comes in wild, gushing spurts.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
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it's incredible how far apart we are and yet how in sync we can still be....thanks for using your talent with words to express so beautifully my very same thoughts/feelings (which were most intense around the same time you wrote this in the spring of 2012!!) xx
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