9.25.2014

Tonight as I was trying to settle down and meditate
I remembered the story of how my body
and mind converged in drawing for the first time:

It was 1989, I had finished my MFA degree and was teaching
Computer Art but I had not stopped studying.

I was struggling with a drawing class,
not with my technique, but with 'getting it'.
I could never reconcile the marks on paper
with the results I desired from making art.

As usual, I had too many ideas.

My drawings looked interesting
but why did they feel lifeless?

I could always find a note but never a whole chord.

Where was the resonance?

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