Wednesday, September 19, 2012
" I was not out to paint beautiful pictures; even painting good pictures was not important to me. I wanted only to help the truth burst forth" - Alice Miller
It's been a good while since I was able to make the time to sit with a word and a quote long enough to respond to them properly. Luckily, this was the week.
Creating, exploring, how often we feel the blank page blocks us - and yet, even more, having an end in mind when reaching for that paper and pencil will limit what we end up with so much more.
A true idea escapes us, finds its way out into the world, to inspire - or shock - and when it has left, the breeze finds its way in and stirs up long-held beliefs.