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I got up in the morning and after a shower and washing my hair, proceeded to scan my entire body for an art project. Sounds crazy, I know.
Then I got dressed, got a bite to eat, and headed out in my car, to work. Was late to work on account of difficulty parking. Worked all day in an art gallery in the sweltering heat. No air-conditioning!
Left work at about 7pm to go and work on location for an art show I'm a part of. It's in a rickety, old, falling-apart house, in a very old and quirky neighbourhood of town. It was interesting sitting on the window sill and observing the people in the street, the noises. Got set up and painted for 3 hours. The work is coming along. It's not perfect but it's better than yesterday and I'm happier with it. It's starting to look interesting!
Now I am home and after getting some food I will get back to painting, also for the show. It's almost midnight, better get cracking!
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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