'No mind can engender till divided into two' -W.B. Yeats
I've be spending time on 'ending' and 'starting'. A friend of mine is wrapping up paintings for a show coming up at the end of the month and we laughed for a minute in her turmoil of ending and my fevers of starting in. Both are a interesting parts of the process in both art & life... both sometimes make you want to lock yourself up in a room until its all over (kind of sometimes kidding...).
I felt like I actually got to enjoy a weekend. Good company (seeing my grandfather laugh), good food (probably ate too much pumpkin pie for someone my size), good weather (don't talk to me about seasons) and some serious reflection (let go).
Bear with me while I just turn the music up louder and keep my head down.
"I saw the sun set low on you...In a blood-red suns final rays...With after night solo shadow plays...Into the world we started to run...Like bullets from a gun...With passion and desire...Like two burning balls of fire...And there is surely nothing else...The gods have gotta keep on...laughing"
Currently Reading: Une Saison en Enfer - Arthur Rimbaud
Currently Listening: The Damned - Friday 13th EP