Spent all weekend working on a project that failed. Today’s newsletter almost didn’t happen. It’s hasty and haphzard. When it comes to luster, it’s lacking. But…it’s here…
It’s a fine line between a healthy obsession, and toxicity. Between frustration, drive, spite, desperation, and apathy. Between giving up, falling apart, figuring it out, breaking through, and continually spinning. Relapse, recovery, and sobriety, one or all of the above I’m told comes into play. But, maybe that’s just me...
Everything is made of small things. Electrons. Atoms. Nuts. Bolts. Screws. Prayer beads. Everything carries bits of something else. Nothing arrives fully formed. Everything starts as something other, becomes one thing and then another. Shifts. Changes, and then becomes something different yet again.
You have an affliction. A malady. Everything in the world, all its equipment and armaments, its slings and arrows, its sticks and stones, its words that always hurt you, that break your heart and your bones. Osteogenesis imperfecta. All your inner structures turn brittle, little, and weak.
Super excited about Monday’s newsletter. I made a piece of art for a fellow writer's poem last week, and I “try” to write alittle bit about my creative process in making it and the way collage relates to my creative proces as a whole…I know…it’s kind of a lot…
Is there anything that makes you invincible? Can you coat yourself in kevlar? Some new invention of polymer chemistry? Ballistic panels and stab protection. Blunt force resistance and polycarbonate shields. You try to be normal. You enter the world in riot gear. Defensive. Fragile. Scared...