Julie Cameron, co-author of the Artist's Way is calling me to get it into gear again. Creativity is at a premium, innovation is of paramount importance, and I sit on the crest of a wave that is destined to crash without ever having began to think of swimming further out to sea.
What the fuck does that mean?
I don't think it means anything in particular. A vague and hapless attempt, perhaps, at trying to comment on the dire necessity that is my desire and ultimately, the success of my resilience as an artist, at least one in art school, who is trying to create meaningful work.
So?
I need to re-commit to the morning practice of writing three pages, long hand, every morning, stream-of-consciousness crap. It can serve as the journal space that I am in desperate need of, and it can serve to help alleviate some of the burden of the repetitiously considering the persistent thoughts that seem to adhere the walls of the house that is my mind.
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