But there is one thing I adore, and it’s seeing the people I love at work, in their excellence. I can imagine him, cameras rolling, in full possession of his skill, totally focused, unaware of me. It rings millions of chimes of joys. Exactly like myself when I write, oblivious to the world around me, hours passing within a minute, and that feeling of being exactly right where I belong.
It is called flow. When we plug into it, we plug into a limitless source of confidence. We almost touch the divine. We disappear into love and presence.
And when we carry that with us, we can change the vibration everywhere we go.
That’s the gift of confidence. It’s a practice, until one day it’s a gift. The gift of being right here, fully present to our lives, present to ourselves and to others. Exactly like a child, but with the scars, the poise, and the uniqueness of a beautifully grown human.
loosely grasping at things that might offer meaning. the ground seems so unstable and they never taught us how to deal with quicksand
random, unrelated people being present on the same list for something, being spoken about in the same conversation or night, being close to each other on somebody else's dm's
Having a fight and throwing a pen on the floor during night
Morning or afternoon: picking up the pen the next day as nothing happened
deeply crying for no reason (just a sudden feeling of emptiness) perhaps related to the link with others. Maybe someone died.
On the highway looking at the old street/street in the past looking at the soon to be built highway or not even
I am interested in art that makes more room in the world, not add more produce to an already over populated and polluted mind
Ideally: art that makes more room and teaches us how to navigate waste
“Living life as an artist is a practice.
You are either engaging in the practice
or you’re not.
It makes no sense to say you’re not good at it.
It’s like saying, “I’m not good at being a monk.”
You are either living as a monk or you’re not.
We tend to think of the artist’s work as
The real work of the artist
is a way of being in the world.”
The Creative Act
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