I write all my life. My life is right here, in black words marked down on a pure white sheet of paper (or back screen). 99,99 % of the words I write one may oversee as they are just debris of the artistic process. Like Michelangelo said, the work of art already resides in the block of rock. My job is simply to remove the unnecessary parts of rock material. (Something like it)
My goal is to learn to live clean. Leave no mark, no need to clean after. Only love may accomplish this. Only love knows, moment by moment which element of the moment is clean and only love may separate it from all redundant debris.
I want to learn to love this world, moment by moment.
Theo and Mira 