Tag: creativity
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I ordered yellow ink…
I’ve needed light lately. I’ve been in the dark. And I was drawn to yellow, drawn to draw in yellow.
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One Must Imagine…
You play the cards you’re dealt — until you can’t. What happens after every trade, bluff, and plea has been exhausted is where the real work begins. A meditation on bricolage, Camus, and a wily king who cheated Death twice before he ever touched a boulder.
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To Dream Your Magnum Opus
I don’t think you want to sleep your life away. I think you want a life where you can sleep when you’re tired and live when you’re awake. I think you want a life you don’t want to escape from. I think you want a life you are free to create… your magnum opus.
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The Medium Is The Message Of The Sunday Sabbath
A dirty little secret I’ve learned from that quiet voice behind the curtain in my mind is that I have no clue what I’m doing, and everything good I make is actually coming from a much deeper reserve. I’m just the figurehead.
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On Structured Fluidity and Off Ramps
With no structure I’m a boneless chicken, a gelatinous being, Speaker of the House. But with too much structure I’m Hannibal Lecter on a hand truck. I live in the gray area. That gray area can be the bane of my existence, but like most challenging fields, there’s treasure buried in the muck.
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The Beetle In My Box
Sometimes I feel more alone than alone. Because no matter who is around The beetle in the box is suffocating. So I open my head to let him breathe.
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I hated coloring inside the lines, so I decided to make my own
I hated coloring inside the lines, so I decided to make my own. As soon as that sentence entered my head, I knew it was important. I knew it was more than the sum of its words’ meanings.
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Seasons Of Creativity
Summer nights and long warm daysAre stolen as the old moon fallsAnd my mirror shows another faceAnother place to hide it allAnother place to hide it all And I’m lost, behindThe words I’ll never findAnd I’m left behindAs seasons roll on by It has been way too long since I’ve posted. I’ve been creating. I’ve…
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How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Write A [_______]
A silver lining to the thunderclouds of apocalyptic transformation is that their rains have a particular propensity to fertilize the fields of creation — a soil tilled and turned by the tectonic turbulence of an empathic existence.
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January 21, 2025 –