Spring has the allure of what’s next. Calling us outside + looking forward. Six months later, when the leaves turn their faces down + fall helplessly, there is a pulling back of energy. i notice myself going in + curling up to await the cold. Winter work is coming. i have been wading all summer in the warm sunlight, now it's time to dive deep + stay under for a while. Time to create one’s own light.
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15.10.17
i kiss your feet + apologize, but —
i’m seeing businesses on line, in brick & mortar shops, in boxes; offering the commodity of creative. Selling being taught the craft of being creative. Costing + tricking people into being creative. It’s yummy time - get those creatives juices flowing = GROSS! Creating is something you do, not something you are. i get that it’s a tribe. i get that some people need to be pushed into a directive. i get that some people may be busting numbers around all day, dreaming of being artistic. But, numbers + paper-work sound like a break to me! i'm looking for ways to get out of being creative.
Actually that will be my next gimmick.
Ask me for an uncreative solution;
Break it completely + throw it away.
Whoa, did i just write that out loud?
Working for, working with, working through — it's all the same energy.
Just sometimes someone is looking + paying, sometime not.
If i ever felt like i didn’t have a purpose … i would need to work harder. Or, i should have chosen something i imagine to have more purpose.
We all chose what we do, and we pay for it … David Walker said something like, years ago as he calmly philosophized + drew beautiful illustrations via designing costumes in the opera shop corner — while i ferociously wrestled a hat into submission.
15.8.17
If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?
- Albert Einstein
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Never mistake a single mistake with a final mistake.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
- Peter S. Beagle / The Last Unicorn4.7.17
Yay, for Non-Descript Robes Gender Neutral Color Bland.
A teacher in yoga-wear crashes the party in my dream. Gaining everyones attention, he begins to show us dance steps.
Soon, he becomes exasperated and angry, Don't you know this by now?
You haven't taught us this, so don't expect us to be off-book.
Then i realize he doesn't belong, and i told him so.
You are in the wrong dream, go down stairs + see if you belong there.
Angle primary. Costumer thinking single directive.
Walking down the street i cant help my mind. It just goes there. Lengthen for X-long sleeve there — hem up a half inch — long waisted / adjust pattern — tilt hat froward.
Settle everything by throwing it all away. -Alan Watts
While dangling from a glacier, mapping her way up in to the clouds, she dropped a treasured trinket into the void of chasm. Her mind calmed, she would always know where it would be.
Rest on that.
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