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5.13.2012
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When I am way past empty, having spent time away from focused drawing, long past the end of a project, opening to new ideas, or generally struggling to reach a flow state, in that crazy bardo just after the hungry ghosts, on a return trip still not quite in sight of home, while pressing through the "if it weren't for doodles I'd be making no marks at all" stage, looking for a lift in those first arisings, in the first stirrings from stillness, it is precisely in this moment-containing-all-moments that the cycles appear, the circles close, and the loops head back to their beginnings.
Okay, if you have seen the images and text posted here from the last few years then you have heard all this endless cycle schtick before. So why am I starting to talk about it again?
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