The best art comes from direct ‘seeing’. For instance, just now, a plant is casting a lovely shadow on a manilla sketch book. I see it. I pick up a pencil and draw around the shadow. It is a decision. Now I have an idea. I ‘saw’ the ‘art’ in
Now, my memories of dangerous dreams seem prescient. But who would have believed me? Perhaps there is a role for me to play in this after all, because I feel like I’ve been awake and hiding, for too long. It’s time to come out of the closet and shut the door behind us.
It seems that my deep breathing and cold shower routine is cleaning up my colours. References: Wim Hof (aka The Ice Man) would no doubt agree! 👍 Peace out Hippies 😍😎🤗