Okay, this morning first thing I woke up and got centered to draw. These drawings are not necessarily of the collective unconscious, maybe not even of my own unconscious, but they are a genuine effort at drawing while thinking about drawing. My inner self always seems to me to be murky, foggy maybe, and shifting. As I'm sure I've written before, elements stored or hidden there rise to the surface and then recede, showing maybe only a trace or part of themselves, then floating away for a while. I keep going back for more. I'm not saying that I want to know them more fully, only witness and experience the ebb and flow.
Okay, this morning first thing I woke up and got centered to draw. These drawings are not necessarily of the collective unconscious, maybe not even of my own unconscious, but they are a genuine effort at drawing while thinking about drawing. My inner self always seems to me to be murky, foggy maybe, and shifting. As I'm sure I've written before, elements stored or hidden there rise to the surface and then recede, showing maybe only a trace or part of themselves, then floating away for a while. I keep going back for more. I'm not saying that I want to know them more fully, only witness and experience the ebb and flow.
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