Beginning is not only a kind of action. It is also a frame of mind,
a kind of work, an attitude, a consciousness.
. . . . .
Across time
something has been written –
a solitude
to
a solitude
to
a silence –
across time
something is being said.
. . . . .
In an otherwise dark room the requisite skill
. . . . .
In an otherwise dark room the requisite skill
of the imagination stalks a part of self.
At hand, an invisible pause – out of it an
inkling finds a point
of departure from the concreteness of the outside world.
The soil shifts, something begins –
a sprouting, if you will.
. . . . .
From the power of one's palette a mood, an idea, begins. In its quiet way of rendering
. . . . .
From the power of one's palette a mood, an idea, begins. In its quiet way of rendering
interpretation, the mind works rigorously with the eyes to lift an impression off the page.
. . . . .
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