Morning flow - or rumbling - train of thoughts
There is this idea of creating a movie. I want to make this movie for many years now. Or it might be writing a book
Though those too are so different.
I don't know how my creativity will come out and if it eventually will.
I want to create a series of paintings and have an art exhibition of all of my travel paintings.
I want to create a project that involves the cluster of islands surrounding the island I was born.
But who am I and where was I born. I am born every day. I was born once very very recently. I am constantly born and yet I contain memory of everything that has ever been and everything that will. You too.
I have some wounds and some extremities going on. I flip in oppositions, trying to find the center, and I surf at the edges full of glory, grace, joy and silliness.
No, it is not late night, actually it is morning. Sun 14 Jun, 10:00 am. A yellow butterfly is flying around.
I love butterflies - I join them in their smoothness for a while, whenever I meet them.
Earlier I saw some ants drinking water. I am puzzled by them ants. They are constantly working. Or are they working sometimes and sometimes they are just taking a walk?
A crow in the quietness - maybe just wanted to break the silence. The fig tree has a particular sound with the wind, the breeze comes from afar, I hear it caressing the valley, as if a giant hand.
The crow flew away.
Initially I was a cry baby but now that I returned to feeling food-safe, I am enjoying the scenery very very much.
There is this feeling of getting lost in timelessness and spacelessness when living off grid like that.
🌏✨
[media=https://youtu.be/5g-8Eav6UdA]
Though those too are so different.
I don't know how my creativity will come out and if it eventually will.
I want to create a series of paintings and have an art exhibition of all of my travel paintings.
I want to create a project that involves the cluster of islands surrounding the island I was born.
But who am I and where was I born. I am born every day. I was born once very very recently. I am constantly born and yet I contain memory of everything that has ever been and everything that will. You too.
I have some wounds and some extremities going on. I flip in oppositions, trying to find the center, and I surf at the edges full of glory, grace, joy and silliness.
No, it is not late night, actually it is morning. Sun 14 Jun, 10:00 am. A yellow butterfly is flying around.
I love butterflies - I join them in their smoothness for a while, whenever I meet them.
Earlier I saw some ants drinking water. I am puzzled by them ants. They are constantly working. Or are they working sometimes and sometimes they are just taking a walk?
A crow in the quietness - maybe just wanted to break the silence. The fig tree has a particular sound with the wind, the breeze comes from afar, I hear it caressing the valley, as if a giant hand.
The crow flew away.
Initially I was a cry baby but now that I returned to feeling food-safe, I am enjoying the scenery very very much.
There is this feeling of getting lost in timelessness and spacelessness when living off grid like that.
🌏✨
[media=https://youtu.be/5g-8Eav6UdA]
