January 27, 1999: Creativity isn’t a mood
Lay with your eyes closed visualizing the perfections of every dream. Touch the skin of the self you see—there is no feeling, nor can you impersonate. At that very moment—the imagination starts to grow.
The moment you open your eyes, a choice will be made—to paint or to set aside. To exhume the existence or to bury the corpse—assuming you have the tools to make a clean getaway. Pictures start to take shape. If white is ever present—think of it, not as silence—but instead, the next page.