Who's holes are patched
periodically in dreams.
These Things
These Thieves startle you
while staring at the clouds.
Seems as though time goes so fast that we are never the same person we were a week ago.
I am constantly changing like a rock being eroded by the ocean, changing shape.
At my core, I'm still the same old rock, but my ideas have changed.
I want to make something consistent. Create a consistent theme in my art, yet I want to explore every aspect of what art is. There are people who have found their voices and can share them perfectly with the world.
How do you stay contained why still exploring?
It's such an ethereal line, easy to miss or over shoot.
