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'What we call art is only a representation of genuine human experience. It is the process it reveals that is the art.' ~Theresa Berard
"Love is the wisdom of fools, and the folly of the wise."
"Fortune is like a woman-if you miss her today, think not to find her tomorrow."Baci wrapper
"To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should." Jean Rostand
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." ~Anais Nin
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Why, I’m so mad I only sleep to get tired.
When heavy cream is poured into afternoon tea or morning espresso roast coffee, a spiral of decadence forms, dancing within the cup. Sometimes a film of nuclear warfare explodes, more often than not for me.
In the daily pavane, staggering in the kitchen, and chanting for percolation to complete the monotonous wait for the morning dose, I take that bitter hit. The sting of acid and the burn of boil strike my tongue with brute force, so I chase it with the sumptuousness of the cream, which acts only as a catalyst for staring icicles into that mug of delight-- until it is warm and pointless. I’ve wandered many a time into clouds and coils and found myself pouring decaying visions down the drain because they were not fit for drinking. What a waste says I. And it is a waste.
Similarly, I drain dreams though other mediums, like when a watercolor paintbrush, bursting with flavor and potential, vomits on a new, crisp, clean canvas, leaving a blob looking up at me, incredulously, witless to another blunder about to smush him in his face. The brush pulls at strings of color in gray water and the colors mill around in lazy spirals until the brush is empty, and pointless.
There is something hindering about forcing thoughts and ideas using mediums. Doing so creates insipid works, usually without emotion. I end up working without any real inspiration. If I don’t try I don’t get anything done and if I do try it’s not worth it in the end. I’ll have my coffee bitter and black, or thick with spoiled ornament…
But I still dream. I still see twirls and strings, shapes and essences of feeling that erupt inspiration in me, despite the curdled cream.
'Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.'
"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching."