I love my brain. I love thinking.
When I was young, I thought that every new thought gave the human brain another wrinkle.
I love dreaming while I am awake. I sleep only to restore my exuberance for the day.
I make art to inform record the experience of my thoughts.
Being creative makes me alive. Making art makes me fearless.
Despite any discomfort I gain confidence from the positivity of others.
When making art, I haven't any wants.
My mind takes over and I know what is right in my heart.
I know what to do.
If we all worked twenty hours a week doing what we care about, we would be creators instead of destroyers.
Our work would benefit everyone and society would heal.
What would you do with all the extra time? ~
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