The Creative Work
The Sketchbook: whatever catches my eye, my thought, my mind is drawn or written down – or not!
– sketches, drawings, catchwords, phrases, paragraphs –
Meaningless and meaningful – these differences do not exist in my world – is this the source of my creativity?
My hands fly over the pages. They are imprisoned and free at the same time – my thoughts spin, my whole being is at work. The same game over and over again. Ideas pop up and vanish – they race, they twirl, they play ping-pong: back and forth, up and down, side to side.
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