giving

It has been decided, to give this path back to the elements

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

The desert night

knows how we are perfect. The cracks in the baked earth. The grit easily moved by the wind. The spare vegetation guarded and prickly. Sweat and salt. Heat and cool. The extremes, the simplicity, the vastness. The slow moving scenery creates a motionless feeling. Forearms and wrist, knees and ankles. All that is hidden, bare and exposed. See what you are looking for. The desert night don't you know how perfect we are.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

The creative process forces me to take sides and I am turned around viewing something from various angles. Many times I find myself working on something to the point that I can no longer see it, I just feel all that went into making it. If I put it away I can see it with a new perspective at another time. Lessons learned have value. Finding myself within the creative process, brings me to a place that is empty. The trance of possibility.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

When I realized my best would never be good enough, I confirmed my soul to mediocrity.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

My life during the day is rivaled only by the dreams that come to me at night.  It's difficult to tell which is real, but I don't have anything to tell.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

A cantilevered lifestyle seems like a gallows, or plank, to exact punishment on those ignorant enough to approach you.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

The responsibility of knowing the quality of truth.

Does the quality of truth matter?
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

earthquakes

Is the earth angry when it shakes.
Trying to assign emotions to a situation when few details exist. Drawing conclusions out of frustration. Making plans in anticipation. Where does my life begin within this maze of confusion, a constant changing process. This place where nothing matters.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

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It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96