art
as activity and product presumes its own jurisdiction, fosters its own
creators and so assures its own maintenance. practice continues to adapt
my abilities toward an increasingly complex understanding of it and
them. i am at once charitably sustained by, and ever confused in my
groping through this relationship. the freedom is without end, and as
such the products inch ever nearer an incomprehensible residue. where
my judgment alone reduces or elevates, i see little reason to create
at all. products crowded everywhere, who am i to suggest that mine warrant
realization. yet i am compelled and so continue, relinquishing resistance
to my most common impulse. |
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