corner view ≈ white
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white. there's a lady in town who only wears white. winter. summer. she's wearing white. from her shoes to her cap, it's white she sticks to. gram'ma to a baker's, i asked her once, did it have something to do with the probable whiteness of flour, used in the bakery. she stopped, and stared at me, as if my query arrived on a direct flight from pluto. her hands held back tight behind her plumb body, i might as well have begged her her last penny. nodding negatively, she never spoke.
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drawing | cactus
serendipity, prt II {or, a flemish scenery at work}
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these cyberspace musings earlier on this week! a certain state of mind and serendipity do make one wonder and wander about one's own comportment and actions, towards oneself and in relation to others. i've taken the comments to all of these very much at heart and find indeed there is gravitation between the lightness of being, and the precision of it. it is a balancing act of sorts, a decisive juggle of how am i going to provide for my next of kin, all while staying resaonably sane? how am i going to be creative in a material world? how will i maintain being {triple!} aquarian in a sea filled with oil and grime?
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of course i float! i think i float a few times a day. if i haven't yet by nightfall, then serendipity will throw me back into the foam, and gently remind me of that other aim: live luxurously, think of others. the luxury in life being, maintaining a sensible health and realising i've the chance of directing it; holding, loving and keeping {and the fingers crossed, of course} a job besides living a tintillating creative sejourn which keeps me very sane on a daily basis, my inner sanity coming from outer creative display and worldly feed back; my outer sanity seeding from inner creative turmoil, which pops up, regardless.
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yes! i love accuracy. i swear by it, even if at times in the proverbial way, and then some. i lose patience, softly but boisterously and usually in wide open fields. up to now, nobody ever scuffed me on that. i am careful to go crazy with exactement zero spectators (unless the birds, ...). i need that handle to fly off from, it is often the release i need to go back in the ring, to put those gloves back on, either to create or to work at the desk, serving customers. yes, there is a daily balancing act like that, as for all of us, i'm sure. i sometimes snicker at people living close to me. i especially appreciate when they nod their heads, without speaking. it's the most meaningful gesture. ☻ as usual, there's more to wintery flemish landscapes...
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drawing challenge NEW THEME : cactus
once upon a time i was in search of a book on cacti. because i quickly understood tinyWOOLF was looking for no less than her aim, i found myself in a pickle. i figured i had time though; in fact, time a-plenty.
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months passed.
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ironically in that passing of time, i heard jacques dutronc* sing a couple of times his vision on cacti. coincidence is fickle {and I LOVE IT}. * please, don't go sit on a cactus. ayayay! ooy!
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well.
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the future has arrived. the book's tumbled out of the box, into next weekend's drawing challenge. careful! ayayay! ooy! cactus, okay? please join the list, mind the needles and pins. ☻