This frame is what I carry with me, but every experience adjusts it, makes it bigger, cuts it down, hacks off a side, changes it’s color, or sometimes makes it disappear. The times I like best though, are when the frame I have becomes useless, and I need to build a new one. For a while I can absorb all I can, accumulating and combining different colors in my palette, and painting a grand picture with no borders. But sooner or later, necessity calls me, whether right or wrong, to point to the picture. I’m reminded that these defining limits allow my perspective and view of the world.
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