Flying high.
The vegetable broth sits next to a large potato and waits.
Ingredients have their moment. If they wait.
I’m glad we are able to do something, that includes “doing” nothing.
We have these choices, more numerous than all the shades in the Pantone color spectrum, more varied than the colors in a year of watching the sky.
Every part of a second allows a new course, a fine or coarse tuning of some single thing or multiple elements, whatever it is we want to adopt.
All artists.
Always imagining the fever of first steps and creation.
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