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In creating any form  of work, we choose to uphold a certain level of divinity in bringing the unseen into physical reality. It is a job entrusted to all and every inhabitant of this plane: to communicate in which ever way we can the tide of our thoughts to other beings. Inevitably, further instructions and explanations are usually required in attempts to mend broken bones or a wobbly chair.

 In creating, an exact articulation of a message is digested ten thousand different ways by one thousand different observers and it must be accepted as so. There is a certain degree of credential that one’s rationale can achieve through their own words but the fact remains that once something made is put out into the world, it is subjected to the opinions, interpretations and understandings of others. Even in our being as the created and creating, this formulae can be applied and analysed as a solid pattern. A state of existing on display to present daily revelations, revolutions and document self-evolution or delusions. A master magician of the mundane manages to empathise with even a loose thread on the sleeve of someone’s borrowed sweater. Beautiful becomes the sound of a rooster singing at the sun as whole as the slow steady sharpenings of blunt somethings, new sounds on borrowed bed strange mornings.

And creation, much like this existence we endure  is unasked for. Before life is breathed into creations concrete or with a heartbeat, no permission is required from any external authority on whether or not it can become a possibility and in time, these same co-habiting creatures within our circumstances prove their occupancy in our lives through simply being.

There is hope that this circumstance brings to light the airiness of it’s actualities. The experience of living becomes the embodiment of one’s purpose and magnum opus. Creation by the created is the general transfer tube of attempts at encapsulating emotions or fever footnotes about one’s external experiences and internal intentions.

In creating, there is no clear divider, only stirring in the different textures and layers until many become one. The murky and untainted become indistinguishable from each other in a collision of colours and want for competitive components dominating or even simply occupying a space. As creatures of skin, bone, organs, orgasms, logic, spouses, phone bills and nostrils: that handgun measurement from one forehead to another is the space where the surrounding alchemy can find it’s balances and allows for shared solace. The holy and dirty join in harmonious matrimony. It is beyond compare when one stops to stare and realises the want to say, do and be nothing but alive, active, introspective and instinctual towards all that might happen and all that has.