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."
-- Michelangelo
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,
