an unexpected art

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It's getting to that time where I'm starting to think anew, to refresh myself.
To write down the plans, ideas, thoughts I have rambling in my head.
To try to bring them to life, in some way.

I've got pleats-and-folds-and-tucks-and-turns-and-twists-and-origami-under-over-inside-outside, wanting to see the light, to be shown to the world, to evolve from my head to my hands. To be seen with my eyes, through my eyes.

Lots of inspiration all around me at the moment. Wanting to make things, find the time to make it happen. All these lists of ideas and fleeting images scuttling about.

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I'm thinking of a long list of want-to-make in 2010. Which of course, will be way too over ambitious. And way too long. And way too silly. But, does that matter? I don't think so. I am, after all, one of those dreamers and thinkers and planners and wishers.

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What are your dreams and wishes for the new year?
The year washed clean by rain, or snow, or sun, or laughter, or tears.

{it's been raining and raining and raining here these past few weeks}.