We all come in with a generous slice of innocence, and it seems that it is others that take that slice and eat it too, leaving us forever corrupted and lonely, struggling to recreate that innocent spirit and fighting against being doomed by our own hardness.
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Day/Page/Sketch #362
‘I’m sorry, I don’t know you, and I’m not going to start a conversation with you.’
Day/Page/Sketch #361
I’m not expecting anyone to extricate myself from diving into a pot of sentimental soup. I like soup. The game of extricating chairs will always leave you in the cold. I don’t like games.
Day/Page/Sketch #360
When I have a fixed idea that I want to take into reality I may think I had begun realizing it on a specific day, or even hour, or in the very moment I revealed the wording from my unconscious. The fact is that I may very well be already in the middle of making that idea happen before I realize of its beginnings. I think the point is in taking it to a place of arrival, regardless of when or where it departed from. I believe things may have an end, but they have no beginning.
Day/Page/Sketch #359
Day/Page/Sketch #358
When I think I’m experiencing the first moments of relief after a long period of worry, I begin to worry about the ending of that relief period.
Day/Page/Sketch #357
Day/Page/Sketch #356
I was thinking the other day that a creative life it’s not really measured by how many paintings you do or books you write. I think being creative means being constantly non-conforming, with ideas and ways of life, and even yourself. Perhaps that’s why Creativity allows you to confront and solve life’s problems, and find many solutions. I wonder if that’s the reason why we don’t teach Art in schools, so our kids can be conformists and incapable/unwilling to solve difficult life problems on their own. I think for me it’s simple: CREATIVITY=FREEDOM.
Day/Page/Sketch #355
Patience is so hard to exercise. It makes you feel you are leaving yourself behind, like you are negating yourself and letting an injustice go by. In the end, though, it makes you a victor, whether you win or lose.
Day/Page/Sketch #354
Ugliness is eternal, it remains, it stays because it breaks the silence. Sometimes we pointlessly watch time run by in hopes ugliness goes away with it, by itself, on its own, ignoring us while hoping it focuses on someone else, so we can get away in contempt and bliss. But that’s nonsense, because it doesn’t. Ugliness crushingly stares at you until the end, and then it becomes you.
Day/Page/Sketch #353
I believe one of the purposes of Art is to encourage the viewer to give a hard look on things that are not really beautiful. We believe that admiring the ideal Beauty will bring us closer to happiness, and we completely forget that in the end Beauty takes us further and further away from salvation, compromising us and bringing us closer to our own downfall. Beauty turns you into a ghost.
Page read by LINDER STERLING from the famous Porthmeor Studios in Tate St. Ives, Cornwall, UK.
Day/Page/Sketch #352
Oh, how many dreams have been shattered by way of presuming an outcome that would fit us. I think one thing, and you think another thing. I feel one thing, and you feel another thing. Sometimes I feel we’re lonely capsules bumping into each other and experiencing the contact under our own skin exclusively. But on the other hand, I think miscommunication can lead us to some wonderful things.
Day/Page/Sketch #351
We think of commitment as some sort of enslavement, or a point of no return, a before and after situation, something you cannot retract from. Commitment is collaboration, a predisposition to say yes, an exercise in empathy, an opportunity to receive good things, a precious chance to let go of yourself, a chance to get softer and wiser. You can try committing yourself 1st to something, and then you’ll see.
Day/Page/Sketch #350
I don’t think we’re genuinely interested in really getting the truth of things, we only want to find certitude, fossilized facts, things that are motionless, permanent, perpetual, irreversible, so no one can dispute us, no one can debate us and win. Whether things are true or not doesn’t really matter. Truth doesn’t really exist, only our own ego and its peace of mind.
Day/Page/Sketch #349
If others have disguised themselves before, you can do so too.

