on 17.02.21 i wrote:

I have a huge brick-like pile of drawings and sketches that I’ve been collecting for the past semester of so, since I took a break form using my iPad as my main drawing tool.

Last week i gathered with a friend because she wanted a drawing of mine. We drank tee, talked and looked at this scribbles for nearly 5 hours and didn’t even finished looking at them all.. There are indeed a LOT of drawings.

I mean, the point in this post is to release a feeling I’m holding right now… I could publish them on instagram, yeah sure, each by each, but why?… Why share at all? Make them public so I can grow my “audience” somehow (?), to receive likes from the same 5 people who are aware and care of what I do (?) (don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a lot their support).

_“The novice says to the master, ‘What does one do before enlightenment?’ ‘Chop wood. Carry water,’ replies the master. The novice asks, ‘What, then, does one do after enlightenment?’ ‘Chop wood. Carry water.’”

“My daily activities are not unusual, I’m just naturally in harmony with them. Grasping nothing, discarding nothing. In every place there’s no hindrance, no conflict. My supernatural power and marvelous activity: Drawing water and chopping wood.”

“How miraculous and wondrous, Hauling water and carrying firewood!”_

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To be done project arose from those desperate lines.
Eager to find, to learn and to connect with my already favorite fellows on earth.
Would I ever tell them I love them?
in that heater of a land, two fortunate souls together
bothered to hell,
and bored
yet making myself
feeling
so full