Someone shared recently that in the randomness of his drawings, something becomes. Some lines, dots, fervent arches, confusion and a picture suddenly evolves. I think his insight of becoming applies to life.
The early hours of 2024 can be like this. I find myself seeing indistinguishable signs, symbols, and paths. What do they mean? What should I commit to? Do everything?
Like drawings, I figured, there are patterns in messiness, consistencies amidst ambiguity, and pockets of calm in waves of upheaval. I have to float above, stay buoyant, and look wider plus a little closer. Don't run ahead, no conclusions.
I am slightly less daunted by what a new year of work will bring now after the initial whirlwind. Some strong headwinds can be an aid to clear the clouds and bring clarity.
Artwork is dedicated to the one who is slowly becoming despite being in an impossible terrain. You inspire me.
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