Faux Box

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I think I could avoid a lot of problems in my life by not thinking so much. Sometimes a set of shapes is just a set of shapes. Not too few, not too many, not the wrong ones, not the wrong color. Just some shapes, just whatever’s happening. A new set of chaos to which I’ll apply my own meaning.

The control in life will ultimately fall on me, to see what I want to see, to make what I want. I could see the wrongs, I could try to paint over it, or build new shapes. The moment comes though when it’s best to just stand there, to just see something.

I’m grateful though. In the span of all this useless thinking I never thought of a good reason to quit. I mean, when would I have the time?

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3 thoughts on “Faux Box

  1. annierue says:

    That’s right- quitting is not an option. Just gotta do it. Making shapes, building compositions and new styles, riffing, trying, failing. Somehow your posts never cease to leave me looking inward.

  2. We’ve hit an elementary school for sure. Why does it only collect the shoes of the children?!

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