The beginning is a delicate time.
Uncertainty of purpose, finding your own way with shuffling and unsteady foot. Seeking grace and solace within the feeble boundaries of introspection and self discovery.
A slow cooking concoction of thoughts, desires, visions, dreams.
Steering clear from pollutants and distractions we start this Blog.
The blank, white canvas presents itself to the painter as a nude, available, daunting muse. The first lines, which define the space are almost offensive to the immaculate perfection of the blank picture.
Why and how.
To work yourself, to push the words out in the open, thus moving away from the original, the open possibility.
All and everything in display and yet just a breeze, gentle and soothing, rustling hills and woods. Words layered one next to each other in unresolved continuity. Leading the reader over the sensible path of grammar and syntax without concern for truth nor rectitude, just a thought leading another hoping for an answer.
I hope one day to describe in detail my hopes and dreams, visions and desires. To own them, so to speak, with the literal self. The task is perilous, full of dangers and traps. Will it end in banality, convention, cliche, claustrophobic dead ends?
"In the beginning there was light"
This is my first try, forgive me for my inexperience.
