Another familiar friend
reappears on the drawing
table as my long nothing begins.
The pachyderm, the remover of obstacles,
the steady one, appears to be running into chaos;
or maybe he is always on the boundary of becoming?
Isn't solving a problem wrestling order from the unresolved?
And to be true to creativity, I have to be uncertain of the outcome.
So I'm regaining my writing chops after a year of attention to visuals.
Get ready. I'm issuing a word storm warning for the days ahead.