Fig.1. All that I need
This statement would be less damning if I hadn’t heard it before – indirectly as a child – directly as an adult.
It’s as if my mind fires too fast – ideas chase each other for expression, tumble over and one another.
To draw, to see, to understand and design, to write fiction and share it …
For too long I’ve climbed on a bus that takes me past all of this. I watch it out of the window. From time to time I disembark, where I can.
All I want is to stop.
and join in.