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Shanghai is a caldron of people, places, emotions, passions, poisons, elixirs and dreams. Within this quagmire, I try to ground myself, lashing myself to the mast of this vessel, which rears up like a ship in stormy seas. Hanging on to the art, trying to go deeper into my soul, I try to clarify and express ‘it’ on the canvas with paint. Hoping the mistakes will add up to something, hoping that I will discover something that makes it all come together clearly. Searching for a vision and a way to sum this one big wild ride up. I dive back down into the fray, clinging like kelp to the sea floor. Trying not to get bashed about only to realize that it is in the letting go that we are set free.
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It is Sunday again. I need the rest. I need to recharge. I need to look away so that I can again see.
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