i’ve known for a long time how a kiln works
if you open the door when you’re firing your pieces
the process doesn’t work.
i realize a lot of what i’ve been posting here has been my standard journaling
which, shince i’ve been 14, has been about what’s going on internally
but when i post here
i’m making all sorts of little edits
and it’s fucking up my process
so i’m going to keep the door closed a while
i’m not going to be writing, publicly, about my internal process
like this post
this is the last of this kind.
.. so tehre will be a lot more private posting in here
Still
i’ll put up events and where-abouts
and the occasional rambling conversation scraps and ideas
restraint…
happy saturn return to you all.
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Merry meet and merry part then merry meet again
Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun,
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
Seein’ that he’s chasing.
Quote Bob Dylan