I am quiet and sharp, strong and calm. I learn from the trees, I become the tree, I nurture the soil while it gives me back, and let the energy flow throughout the universe. I am a master, I am a slave, for the existence of them before me verifies my frivolous character in this game.
Things just happen? Or is there a hidden subconscious initiative that I have to finish one for my cellist friend ....a year previous to meeting her again at the art walk? Has this ever happen to any artist here?