Choose the bridge
”Still crossing this bridge,” you think. But where do you think you’re going? And where, for that matter, do you think you’re coming from?
Look, there you are, with all those forces moving around you. You are stillness itself.
”Still crossing this bridge,” you think. But where do you think you’re going? And where, for that matter, do you think you’re coming from?
Look, there you are, with all those forces moving around you. You are stillness itself.
I am wandering again. This may be why I’ve been slow to post sketches, which require a more deliberate momentum to continue drawing and scanning. I am doing my best to bring several preoccupations together into something larger. I am letting my aspiration lead me.