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currently i am writing a lot. everyday, about things whatever. i can look to my “records” of entries into my various recorded areas (post-it note collections, moleskin pocketbooks, shell emails, etc. and there are definitely lapses in relative routine where days or months will go by with no rendering of thought, at least in written form. i find ways to extract the expressive exhaust that continually builds in my mind. whether that is through capturing imagery on photographic media or enacting more visceral mediums to commit the abstract glob in my head onto tangible supports of concrete, paper, canvas, glass, etc.
but the written expression,
it is valuable and a good addition to the extraction of expression if not the primary means. what happens to the constipated person of expression?
i think that depends on their strengths and weaknesses – their overall dynamic, attributes, and state; including all the external influences on their being.