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Non-sensical

"I don't know why people expect art to make sense, when they accept the fact that life doesn't make sense."     David Lynch - City of Absurdity

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Sometimes it's good to escape into abstraction, the place where you can just be... There doesn't have to be a reason just an intuition that your are in the right place, on the right track.... It doesn't have to make sense to anyone including yourself, it's all about the feeling of oneness and spontaneity with the work itself as it is working itself out, or freeing the thing that dwells deep within, a surfacing of that unique expression, the voice that is yours.

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Anonymous said…
That quote...that image...your words...PERFECT!! Thank you!!
Turn The Page said…
Just BE, and do what YOU like! Aloha!

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