Still life.
Oh yes, I have good news. The cat is alive! It is not the best conditions, but is improving very, very
~ I'm counting on, really.
However, talk of nothing else.
Last night I was thinking about a few things that I recently blending in the head too often, though I know it's just me.
I was thinking about how I have of expressing myself, 'artistically' talking.
is absurd, in relation to the way I have to act against anything (or almost).
Why are purely instinctive art. And no, 'instinctive' would not seem a very appropriate term to me.
I mean, that element before anything else, think, think, think and think.
With art no. Everything comes in a second, is expressed in a little more. Without
premedirazione, without anything of an architect. it's all instinctive, and it is fantastic.
I can not conceive the intent in my art (if you can call it), I can not conceive that an inspiration nemmero can be taken in different points.
Fatico, struggled to take it up with the days going forward.
must end all there, in that moment that I feel are right.
Even with the writing, and I do not speak of what I write here. Or
thoughts, maybe that is so intense, that there is not space to take a piece of paper for notes.
And then I sit there, stunned no one knows where, to think of something, so nobody knows anything, to let them slide and decipher if I want to do it.
Maybe I'm working on some kind of theory, and not even a trace remains. Sometimes is a bit 'heartbreaking, in fact, but I like it.
I am using this instinct often lately. Or simply, feelings that I feel I have.
They have always worked, even when they gave us a straight but I knew that there were, and I start to think about what was good to do and what not.
And then, the way you choose, the views you get, it was always the one that originally corresponded to my feelings.
on anything: theories, people, decisions of any kind.
just that sometimes seem crazy, so I give up clinging to sanity.
I do not think I'll do more, from now on. I will leave
room for this flow of ideas, who just wants to be heard, because I love this mode of expression.
And then, it has a taste of freedom.
优 西村 .
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