so now i can fly and fly in my ocd circles without an excuse. it's summertime. it's either wet & misty or dry & baking hot. i'm there to remind you of all life's annoyances. flap and try to shoo me away. i'm too cool and small for your massive, hairy, dotty hand.
i was thinking i am creative but so restrictively i had to analyse and understand, before i spent my afternoon buzzing near gigantic ears and making miniature paper origami to decorate my flat with:
'Once pushed into conformity to the laws of the chosen category, she has to trial and error her way to the correct format. Gaging by rightness of feel, she feels most comfortable when scientific, standardised structure is applied to sentimental, intangible disciplines. A bit like linguistics.
Sometimes, however, identifying your craft is impossible. Do you go for what comes naturally; what is easiest to face; or something new each time?Writing in this writing about writing, with an orbiting focus on my language and structure.'
Good Luck
i was thinking i am creative but so restrictively i had to analyse and understand, before i spent my afternoon buzzing near gigantic ears and making miniature paper origami to decorate my flat with:
'Once pushed into conformity to the laws of the chosen category, she has to trial and error her way to the correct format. Gaging by rightness of feel, she feels most comfortable when scientific, standardised structure is applied to sentimental, intangible disciplines. A bit like linguistics.
Sometimes, however, identifying your craft is impossible. Do you go for what comes naturally; what is easiest to face; or something new each time?Writing in this writing about writing, with an orbiting focus on my language and structure.'
Good Luck
