No matter who you are or where you are, there will be someone who thinks they have already figured out the path you should take in the future. Don't listen to them. Listen to yourself.
I made a piece of art which I feel is a metaphor representing the path that I would like my stories to take, each and every one of them. I painted it. It has a beginning which is clearly defined, and from there it descends, bounces, springs forth and bounces around on the canvas, a swirl of metallic precision, a sweet, temporary velocity that has both a beginning and an end, each of which are clearly defined, and when it springs up and reaches its finality, it no longer descends any further, but ends, as it should.
Posted by Maria at July 12, 2008 03:22 AM | TrackBackYeah, I think I get that.
:) Dad