IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Felt this and great work❤️🔥
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Thank you!
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I love this, VJ! You’re one of the most powerful creators I’ve come across.
P.S. I was wondering why your beautiful blog wasn’t showing up on my feed, until I looked you up and found I must have accidentally unsubscribed! 🤯
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I wondered where you went, although I don’t spend as much time here these days. Thanks
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I’d been offline for a while. 🌹
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So true, VJ, and your drawing is stunning.
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thanks Eugi
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Constant transformation. (K)
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Yes. I know you understand this – it shows in your work
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Stretching is good not only for our bodies but also for our (creative) souls.
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Definitely. Thanks Tanja
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Deep and beautiful!
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Thanks Wynne
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Yes!!
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🙏💕
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Oh….”art demands insight”. Thank you, VJ, for your words and your artwork. 💕
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🙏😘
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Very true.
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🥰
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A profound poem and drawing to match.
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome my friend
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