“…we edit our pieces to death.” Glad you didn’t! I love how rambling this is—I’m so tired of sound bytes and snapshots, and word count limits. To be human is to be messy and confused and contradictory and the opposite of a pretty package tied up in a bow and presented in easily consumed, branded parts of ourselves. I refuse to give “art” any barriers by naming what it is or isn’t—it’s everything. An enjoyable read, thank you.
“…we edit our pieces to death.” Glad you didn’t! I love how rambling this is—I’m so tired of sound bytes and snapshots, and word count limits. To be human is to be messy and confused and contradictory and the opposite of a pretty package tied up in a bow and presented in easily consumed, branded parts of ourselves. I refuse to give “art” any barriers by naming what it is or isn’t—it’s everything. An enjoyable read, thank you.
Mastering art? Beating it down into words?
Impossible.
Thank you for sharing your innards
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Thanks for reading, Jill!