I have come to terms with the sad truth that inspiration never visits at my convenience, nor in accordance with my sense of timing, nor at the behest of my will. Most of all, the inspiration-wind has no interest whatsoever in what I think I want to write about.
Yeah, about that inspiration-wind.
Started fiddling today with a new patch as part of my still-ongoing project, Core Values. Every now and then, the tiniest tease of a breeze. Mostly, nothing.
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| journaling and mark-making |
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| adding color, scratching wet paint |
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| penciling irregular pentagons |
