it really helped me say some things that i couldn't say to myself so thank you, frank, for all that you do.
i haven't really been artmaking/artgestating lately, have i? some artists receive their greatest inspiration in moments of physical and emotional disquiet, but i am not one of them. i need to learn how to be silent again. to lie on my bed and think more, dream more, care more. soon, i promise, soon. this bodes to be a very sad winter. a pablo neruda and sweaters kind of winter, to be exact.
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