Category: Direction
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What Was a Blank Canvas
Space. Empty space. Ideas abound. The first line drawn across; the next one, down. Crissing and crossing, sketching away. Filling the space in any old way. Reach for the paintbrush. And then for the paints. Add dabs and strokes; there will be no mistakes. Colours blend and merge and drip. Run down the canvas to…
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Ten Words for Monday
The day started off as it usually does. Early. 5:15 and the alarm woke me. And again at 5:20. And 5:25. Dark. Sunrise isn’t due at 5:30 around these here parts yet, so I had to substitute sunlight with bulb light. Wet. I take a bath every morning, and my baths are usually wet. And…