To get myself realigned and prepared for diving into writing/drawing/reflection, I check in with my Church that is Frida Kahlo and let the stream of consciousness flow.
Head to heart to hand.
To prepare for output, there must be some quiet me time, input. Some meditation. And for me that is the private act of sitting in my studio bedroom and applying china marker to paper, just for me. Output is input. To prepare to create, I create. I draw to draw.
To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings – of bird beings – of star beings – of microbe beings – of fountain beings toward ourselves. – Frida Kahlo
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are…
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