Discovering and learning often bewildering yet spine-tingling digital tools in 2014 opened up the possibility of keeping up with my racing mind (almost) and stimulating or documenting (sort of) a deluge of wild ideas. It all bodes well for the upcoming year although it would be the height of absurdity and incredibly naive to make plans or predictions.
Ergo, I have no clear resolutions for 2015; I revolve in the spirit of "NOW", zigzag like sperm with crappy motility; climb mountains of texture with cameras and emboss tools; clone like a frenzied scientist enamoured with sheep; split wrinkles and patterns into harem veils; collage, smudge, add splatters of colour and blow gusts of wind!
I write in the present, wallow in a potent bubble bath of peace, sing with wailing cats in heat. I'm in Québec...can you hear cold wintry gusts penetrate the silence of this early New Year's day? Feel my icebox feet as I type these words? It's positively hypnotic. No egg-spectations! Have a wonderful year and thanks for reading my blog. I"m off for a hot cup of lemon tea.