Life is fodder for artistic output [146]

Greetings from my shed...

The passing of time, as I perceive it, is accelerating. It’s the curse of routine only broken by doing this. Focusing on the small details. Blundering, wondering, discovering. A day documenting is worth two on autopilot.

You can slow time. If you remember it’s an illusion and wade in the amber of the moment.

This post is for paying subscribers