The Art of Being


Occasionally, I feel as if my words have flown. Perhaps migrated to another space for awhile, and I desire to hibernate, to dream a little bit without the doing of writing and composing. Sometimes I feel I need to sink into myself for a bit, to be less external and pull into myself that I might, in the stillness, come to quiet new beginnings. When words leave, I find myself immersed in pictures that float by as if unhurried in their meaning. Is part of being an artist, not doing art, but rather being? 

While my words are on vacation, I will leave you with some images that I have taken as part of a photography class I am taking. No explanations for them, just images, just mood.



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