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2014 project | ái, of flight.
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Ái, of flight. 8220;All my life I have been haunted by the fascinating questions of creativity.”. I am trailing upon your thoughts. Tom and David Kelley. Proclaim, “ Everybody. Is the creative type.”. I believe it. Do you? In suspension is the tension between who we believe we have to be, and who we are. I believe this. Do you? Here in lies the premise for Project 2014. I want to know:. But I can’t do it alone — so if you have any ideas about how I can do this, people in mind who’d be g...Enter your comm...
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[At last, Good Night] | ái, of flight.
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Ái, of flight. At last, Good Night]. Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). December 31, 2013. The life of clouds. Basilique Notre-Dame de Fourvière, France. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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2013 project | ái, of flight.
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Ái, of flight. 8220;The life of clouds is a life of farewell and a life of reunions; tears and laughter.”. While incorporating three of my new year’s resolutions:. III Read one book per week (52 books this year). IV Sketch one drawing per day (365 sketches this year). As many as possible. (I underestimated how time consuming this would be). V Write one journal entry or blog per week (52 entries this year). Read the entire blog. 2 On the Road. Physics of the Future. The White Man’s Burden. The War of Art.
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Summer Nights, New York | 1 | ái, of flight.
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Ái, of flight. Summer Nights, New York 1. Thursday, June 19. But when I saw them, it was an odd sense of comfort. Strangers whom I’d interacted with only a handful of times were no longer strangers, not in this city of millions. We’re all strangers until we’re not anymore. And we weren’t. And really, it’s summer nights like these that make living anonymous and alone in New York City all the more seductive. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). I blog of...
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Summer Nights, New York | 2 | ái, of flight.
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Ái, of flight. Summer Nights, New York 2. Sunday, June 22. Tonight was our dance party in your apartment. The iPhone was our disco light, the iPad our DJ. The four of us with our unrhythmic swaying and pumping and twirling. It didn’t matter though, we were dancing in the dark with our eyes closed. Our four-person dance party. I think you were dancing because you were drunk. Maybe you were dancing because it felt better than not moving at all. I couldn’t really tell. You? The moment we stopped, the apartm...
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the life of clouds | ái, of flight.
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Ái, of flight. Author Archives: the life of clouds. Summer Nights, New York 3. Saturday, June 28. Tonight, my ghost and I are in bed, intertwined, looking out the window towards the flickering city lights. Tomorrow, she whispered, I’ll let you go. July 3, 2014. The life of clouds. Summer Nights, New York 2. Sunday, June 22. You never dance. I didn’t even think you were capable, much less wanted to. Me? I dance every day. I was dancing because I was shaking off all of my demons of the day. The moment we s...
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Summer Nights, New York | 3 | ái, of flight.
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Ái, of flight. Summer Nights, New York 3. Saturday, June 28. Tonight, my ghost and I are in bed, intertwined, looking out the window towards the flickering city lights. Tomorrow, she whispered, I’ll let you go. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). July 3, 2014.
