The new collages are almost "pictures of nothing" that are not grounded in a pretty face, sensual pose, or any other etc. They are all mine, my art, and thus purer.
Maybe I should be thankful rather than bitter regarding this summer's loss of a muse.
I am free. I need to reinvent what I do and how I do it and use what I have learned, discovered, and tripped over.
A "WTF" moment suddenly becomes clearer. Precise. Livable. Just zapped by some positive energy - likely the good part of an alternating current.
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