My work is changing so much and so fast. I wake up every day knowing nothing. Art work begun a year ago seems as if from another life and I have no desire to complete it. Everything is different. Everything is new. Everything is interesting. My days are packed.
Change from psychic symbol to material symbol.
Change from depression to elation.
Change from pen to brush.
Change from brush to stick.
Change from viewing outwards to viewing inward.