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| Monday, July 21, 2008 |
| My Moment |
Creativity surging through my veins, like venom from an exotic creature..
It asks me to bring beauty to ordinary days.
I imagine a sculpture of perfectly fitted candy, spiraling toward the heavens.
I dream of breaking tiles with a rubber mallet, piecing the shards one with another on a bed of grout.
In this peaceful artistic state, I envision the ark of a welder, breathing behind a tinted-glass helmet.. sweat dripping into my eyes.
I pretend my hands are filled with great lumps of clay, my fingers dancing in pools of paint, my pencil shading spheres of gray, breaking or blowing glass gently and patient.
I love such media so completely I am endeared to their propriety.
I MUST CREATE. |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 9:07 PM  |
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