“The soul never thinks without an image” … Aristotle
I have always been locked tight in my details. What happens before all of that, the underneath, when there is a feeling that has not yet found its way to become form? Walking backwards in my mind towards the beginning was a shift, where there was less I could see more, the in between, the space around things and the energy of things. Energy before form.
“The soul never thinks without an image” … Aristotle
I have always been locked tight in my details. What happens before all of that, the underneath, when there is a feeling that has not yet found its way to become form? Walking backwards in my mind towards the beginning was a shift, where there was less I could see more, the in between, the space around things and the energy of things. Energy before form.