I have so many images in my head. But there they remain there for a while longer and maybe forever because it takes endless amounts of leisure time and solitude to reach the point of mind where it can come to fruition in physical form. I've read this before, so this is nothing original I don't think, but much of the work of making an art piece is the work that is invisible. The seemingly unproductive time where you are even "wasting time", "doing nothing"; the sort of time that our culture despises and hardly allows for. Similarly making a garden is like painting. It takes time and contemplation for anything beautiful. Babies take nine months to be made as Calvin Seerveld said.
That's so stupid to intuitively feel a sense of failure of having not "produced" something. If you are not productive, you're doing nothing. What fucking bullshit. If this is true I want to do "nothing" till the day I die then.
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