April 2019

I didn't post anything here all of April . Of course I planned to 
and something always came up.
Realized this morning I've deluded myself for a long time,
that I create from a dark and painful place.
Have no idea when I picked and internalised that. Most likely
because some of my favourite artists talk of operating from their
dark side and many are glorified for it.
#sidebar, learnt this week of this Pyotr Pavlensky .
This April has been one of the toughest months I've had in years.
And I couldn't write, even journaling was hard.
Had my Aha moment early this morning, I create best from a place of
calm, not chaos.
Hmmhh, how about that?

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