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there's much to love in this poetic reply, hmmnmm
Heh.
Well, not meaning to sound cantankerous but I tend to balk at the idea of writing, because I ain't very good (or interested) in the 'writing about' stuff. What gets me revved up is thinking in terms of fields or orchards or river banks, etc, just kinda mosey out there, maybe carry a camera (literal or not), or a sketch pad (literal or not), and just take a sit somewhere in the shade or by the water, just look around, close eyes and listen to sounds, etc, maybe pluck a handful of berries off their bushes, or pebbles from the shores, come back to the shack, throw the items on the table, and just start experimenting with their arrangements. Shapes and spaces. So instead of 'what's it mean' or 'what's it about' it's more like: how does it feel, how does it look, how does it sound, etc, and each movement could be questioned as to whether it is the best or if it advances or retards or cools or livens; and of course it's all subjective perceptions which are subject to change every moment, so there's really no end or finish in sight, just a matter of deciding when and where to stop for the day and whether or not to show any given arrangement at its given stage to anyone beyond this shack's porch. In other words, and as I've said many times: if I could draw or paint I'm pretty sure I would not spend too much energy or worry with the attempt to write.