“Artists, poets, whatever you want to call those people whose job is ‘making’ take in the commonplace and are forever recognizing it as worthwhile. I think I am always collecting in a way, walking down a street with my eyes open, looking through a magazine, viewing a movie, visiting a museum or grocery store. Some of the things I collect are tangible and mount into piles of many layers and when the time comes to use those saved images I dig like an archaeologist and sometimes find what I want and sometimes don’t.” —Sister Corita Kent
Saturday, March 20, 2021.
Little did she know as she strode through the park that day, claims the eight foot two woman.
Dream Journal (ongoing)
Unconscious dreams and daydreams; the romantic, the weird, the vague.
