Urso Dormente, Sault Maria de Penha; Quem Eu Adoro

I want to just stay up all night and write write write - revise my vision, let God give me a vision or a word when it’s calm in the middle of the night, but I gotta sleep sleep sleep. Or maybe I can hover over the beds occupied with sleeping bodies and bang pots & pans shouting “if I can’t sleep, dang it you’re not either!” That’ll get me beat up because I’m the smallest in the pad, but I think it could be worth it… nevermind i’m delirious again.

I feel at my best when my “studio” of worn carpet & beat walls feels most proper & most active when my supplies are scattered around; half made pieces; differently colored water in mason jars; pages of books & tabs are open, exposed; when his fingernails are dirty with paint; jeans painted; painted objects leaning against the wall; paint settling into the carpet; varied messes all in transition & unresolved. This plays a role in the illuminating world around me, it moves in my soul, but I am nothing & see nothing without the love shed within the resurrection story.