Spirituality

I've never felt as free as I did then.  Not when I moved west. Not when I traveled the world with my girlfriend.

The better my life is in this bubble I've created, the more I feel powerless to change anything on the outside.

Our lives, the act of living, nurture our decay. And from the moment we wake, life bombards us inexplicable questions: what should I do – what should I confront today?

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But for a few of us, On the Road mattered.  Perhaps I was rebelling against myself, against a Protestant guilt, a strict family culture, a Sartrean existential need to define myself through the reflections of others – or just a desperate need to break out.

But how does an artist imitate the living? She starts from the inside, then fills out.  See how the light spills over the shadows, and shade in the shapes.  Show the negative space to create the solidity of permanence.