Monday, July 1, 2013

Paper Box, Plastic Flower. Paper Lid, Blank Pages

I started with the first, but the second was finished before the first was done. I thought of habit, the safety of the crafted process, productive, but waiting. The day was broke in two, early morning and late night. I thought of what to record, how to record it, of how honest I would be to a day's work, of how much of something a work would be.

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