Sometimes the creative juices just seem to flow, tumbling
over and over through out the grey matter in infinite numbers. Sometimes there
is nothing, nada, empty, blank state of naught.
From one state to the other and back again the artist
travels in an endless cycle of productive, non-productive sequences.
What state of being drives one over the other? Is it external?
Internal? Or is it simply a matter of choice, of focus and letting go all at
the same time?
Sometimes it can be as simple as listening to music and
dancing barefoot around the room until inspiration hits.
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