How it feels...

I feel, I sense, I discover, I experience, I experiment, I rediscover, I observe, I suggest, it unravels.
I am patient, I'm frustrated, I breathe, I'm surprised, I don't know, I'm perplex, I'm dubitative, I let go, I wonder. I start all over again.

It is scary, I am afraid of what I can find.

I open, I retract, I try, I give up, I try again.

Every time is new; Starting from a new baseline, a new ground.

Every time it feels like a draft, but slowly a picture appears.

Sometimes it fades and disappear, sometimes it passes by and it resurfaces

With a slight different angle it resonates, reverberates, echoes back to me as it projects into the world.

It is a dance between the Out and the In. Being careful, fumbling your way along.

Everything comes down to space. Moving forward, backward; Moving slowly, faster; Moving with intention or without intention. There is no wrongdoing.

There is just doing.

Doing and adjusting, doing and sensing, doing and observing.

There is no wrongdoing there is just living and experiencing.

- January 2025 -