starting somewhere, a more trial-based directive, a simple or complex act. whatever it is, once you take a step you just go, lose yourself in it all the way anyway. making the first move takes courage. you already have the strength to keep going with what exists, even if it's just as much as a baseline metric. not hybrid thinking.
the composition I’ve started to form, the writing, whatever it is, the moment it flows from abstraction through my consciousness and is born into reality through my hands, it never looks quite right to me. one doesn’t always find delight in something that is of their own making, not even for a minute, boom, goal scored, no joy, we're doomed.
it’s exactly that itch of discomfort that we must walk right into, pin it to the corner and have a little chat. we insist so we can learn, figure out the intent of what’s trying to break us out in hives from the inside, let it be something we can touch, something that’s worth the effort. then what are we waiting for! (abidin dino signs off in Yeni S.E.S 1939)
leave it, my dear, an artist isn't a postman to carry messages.
last winter season I moved out of the city I’d been living in for work for the first time. to a summer town where ethics and cultural values were entirely corroded, a place where drastically different human dynamics clustered together. every day I spent there was among books and I found myself in the nest of many authors and publications I’d never heard of, never read, or never managed to get around to despite intending to. I owe a lot to the artists who nourished me, gave me hope in the middle of a high-dose traumatic work period.
maybe the reason I always feel indebted is a way of attaching myself that doesn’t concern the other party and isn’t for my benefit. unnecessary voltage. I interpreted the idea that people are social beings with other parts of myself. shackles on my feet in no time. solve this Pontalis.
knotted hands, but there is worse, i still memorize your face. strange thing, sharing is beautiful until a part tears off. motorized reminders buzz every sunday.
I’ve forgiven, here! It’s all yours!
