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2.2.2012
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Opening my mind, typing, sketching, and resonating with the world around me, I try to translate, like a bump in the road translates to a person in a car, the forces I feel, unnameable forces that want to change matter, that are themselves being pushed, the forces that drive my arm like a piston; I give them permission to speak as if I had a choice in the matter.
The point is to experiment and discover, take pause, be surprised and occasionally delighted, to root out the ruts, to dive in deeply, to be unafraid, to love the process or quit. The point is to practice opening, to remove blocks, to leave a record of change and experimentation, to break open the head, and to find things inside that you never put there but are there nonetheless.
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