The art starts when the thinking stops and being becomes doing.
When I’m on a roll every piece is a surprise, chopping and sticking, getting lost and found.
Utopia is play.
If the outside breaks in – sweep up and go home.
The art starts when the thinking stops and being becomes doing.
When I’m on a roll every piece is a surprise, chopping and sticking, getting lost and found.
Utopia is play.
If the outside breaks in – sweep up and go home.
