This was yesterday morning. Then the sunlight promptly disappeared. I have been drawing on and off for the last couple weeks. It’s felt like a dance between subjects, without any real investment.
I took concerning look at my camera equipment doing nothing for the last 2 weeks. I looked an unfinished and meandering essay plots. Drawings stared, stared at.
I need to finish what I was saying. I haven’t talked about the God behind the confused creative mind currently seeking new means of expression, and then wonder why.
I loss the plot all the time.
Sometimes I hide to learn from it.
that’s why we heal.
That’s why we improve.
It’s why we get better at it.
That’s why love never fails, and we do all the time.
I’m not good at failing or loving.
I’m a fish out of water.
2 Timothy 3:16-17
In the headphones today:
https://open.spotify.com/track/4Lojbtk7XNMdSKRHSFbdkm?si=e67JjtrfTMOukR_oaocaTg&utm_source=copy-link
