Energy
It’s been awhile, but I have not been idle. I have been storing up energy for a blast of creation.
It’s been awhile, but I have not been idle. I have been storing up energy for a blast of creation.
Not so much. I had a particular idea in mind, but only managed to partially realize the final image.
“Did you do that in photoshop?” No, but does it matter? Photography is not reality. It is not an exact copy of reality. It is something else all together that we convince ourselves is what was real.
Memories fold upon themselves, like images printed on silk and allowed to move with the breeze.
Time passes in a linear flow, one second followed by another and another each passing through an irrevocable portal to become the past. But when we return to time through daydreams and memories, events blur and flow over each other like pigments in swirling water.