The birthing pangs of your art seem much the same as the birthing pangs of my thoughts. That one tiny sliver of information that won't go away and then morphs and morphs into something. I like the performance art aspect and the opportunity to come along for ride.
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The mind sure is good at creating something. Unless I'm trying to respond to a comment early in the morning after very little sleep. If that's the case, my mind just makes creaking noises along with a few pops, and this is what we end up with.