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QUEST FOR TRUTH IN ART


Dear Reader,


"In every block of marble, I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me,

shaped and perfect in attitude and action.

I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the apparition

to reveal it to others' eyes as mine see it."


Whenever discussing making clean cuts,

trimming the fat,

ditchin what ain't servin,

untangling our knots,

c r e a t i n g

s p a c e


Michelangelo's Hall of Prisoners

is the visual analogy I move with.


Every day,

a confidence grows

suggesting that

the catalyst to a happy life is

not awarding hyper-focus to one

story

life

timeline

version

but rather,

the integration

of


as many

versions

timelines

lives

stories

pieces

as possible


Your life is the masterpiece, dear Reader.

The masterpiece is within you.

May you stand as a block of raw marble,

and stoically hew.



Chamber pop as a genre,

but specifically Weyes Blood,

sparked me.


Flinted this idea of internal chambers

Internal frameworks

Hearths

Hall of Prisoners

Homes


formed by symbols with precise

attitudes and actions

built


The patient catalyst,

hidden within stone-

gleaming integration


Truth as the confluence.


As we move through our chambers,

REPEAT IF NECESSARY

it's not just me-

it's everybody.


If you are in need of a new WELCOME mat,

to the door of an inner space,


Art as truth

as the confluence.


Art as a safe place to rest

as a ticket.


As a stone pumping blood,

With radical acknowledgement,


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