âOne possible way they might have still saved themselves would be the thing they never called poetry. In fact, what was poetry anyway, that embarrassing word? Could it be meeting when, by coincidence, a sudden rain fell over the city? Or perhaps while having sodas together, they both looked similtaneously at a passing womanâs face, or even running into each other on that old night of moon and wind,â Lispector from the short story The Message. And I said this yesterday. And believing in intuition is risky, because it really works, but it puts you in isolation. If you believe in #alchemy, that what you see and what you let take force within you, makes it a different life. Then you donât go seeking the familiar with closed heart and absent energy. And the simple things of nature become the subject while spinning around with all of the human incidents. #artandlivingenergy. I think the #femalevoice is rising, but it isnât turned against men. Let the dogma go by the wayside. #metaphorsofbeing #energymaps. #jillboltetaylor said some of my work looks #neural. She would know. #abstractart #contemporaryart https://www.instagram.com/p/Br57lPHDB42/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=i58z30qnrvyi
















