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When the world quiets down, when the mind expands, when time gains elasticity, when the hands buzz and tickle, when peripheral vision activates, when a strange kind of awareness attends you, when you become so focused on the task at hand, when you are transported to a dimension you can only call 'other', when you feel the process of being a vehicle for art, an instrument of art, when 'you' step out of the way for 'it' to do its work... then perhaps you are living the state of the artist.
photo taken: a man sketching in the very busy yu gradens in shanghai totally unaware of the chaos around him.
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When the world quiets down, when the mind expands, when time gains elasticity, when the hands buzz and tickle, when peripheral vision activates, when a strange kind of awareness attends you, when you become so focused on the task at hand, when you are transported to a dimension you can only call 'other', when you feel the process of being a vehicle for art, an instrument of art, when 'you' step out of the way for 'it' to do its work... then perhaps you are living the state of the artist.
photo taken: a man sketching in the very busy yu gradens in shanghai totally unaware of the chaos around him.
8 responses to “Day Two Hundred Fourty Two, September 21, 2011”
love it… you’ve really captured the essence of the moment.
Thanks Sheila
completely gripping and lovely!
Thank you Siena! I value your comment!
Another wonderful one! I can feel the state…
Recommended reading: THE WAR OF ART by Steven Pressfield.
Thank you! I will look up “the war of art” right away!
Nice !
Thank you Emad!