Light. Space. Line. Interruptions. Triggers and memory. A gallery with art on one wall, a mix of truth and pain. compelling whispers shout. A place to learn what you say, what you create, matters less than what is seen and heard. Light. Space. Line. Interruptions. Triggers and memory.
A poem for all creators. We think we are creating X. But as soon as our creation is read, seen, heard by others, it becomes something entirely new.