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There are moments and sometimes days when all I can see are the seams. Where what I've tried to make beautiful is just a frankenstein of stitches and half decayed limbs regurgitated from the ground from which all things come.
What can you do with this? What is this?
What *is* this? Frankenstein brain-child I might so call it, a creature patchworked from nothing new, but is that just because I'm its mother? (and ya'll should know my feelings on *her* by now)
On the one hand, seeing the faults means that I have the ability to get better, create better perhaps somehow. Or know, somehow, when I finally might get it *right*.
On the other hand...it will never be completely perfect. To be a constantly growing, evolving artist of *anything* there must be *change*. To have change, you must know *what* to change. To know what to change...you must see where the faults lie.
And faults lie like seams; stitches holding skin and muscle and heart together. Perhaps, even, a soul?
::pets half-alive vid and closes Premiere:: Time to sleep on this, I think.
What can you do with this? What is this?
What *is* this? Frankenstein brain-child I might so call it, a creature patchworked from nothing new, but is that just because I'm its mother? (and ya'll should know my feelings on *her* by now)
On the one hand, seeing the faults means that I have the ability to get better, create better perhaps somehow. Or know, somehow, when I finally might get it *right*.
On the other hand...it will never be completely perfect. To be a constantly growing, evolving artist of *anything* there must be *change*. To have change, you must know *what* to change. To know what to change...you must see where the faults lie.
And faults lie like seams; stitches holding skin and muscle and heart together. Perhaps, even, a soul?
::pets half-alive vid and closes Premiere:: Time to sleep on this, I think.