I have a gift. If someone hands me a lump of muddy rock, I see a galaxy of diamonds in my hand, shining and revolving and shattering through the limitations left behind by the earth that birthed a lump of sullied mineral. It happens with everything in my life. Every thing. Every creature. Every person. … Continue reading The Spark, the Shade, and a Mutant
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Do Not Listen to What I am Saying
I recently had the opportunity to speak with a young artist. You know the kind: fresh faced, energetic, so full of ideas they can’t sit still. He was talking to me about his art when he sank into his chair enough for me to notice. Being both concerned and nosey, I asked him what was … Continue reading Do Not Listen to What I am Saying
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