The security guard at the museum stopped me before I could really get this shot, but I still like it and see the lines and the promise of two people seated in the chairs.
It's my birthday and I can't really say what will happen in the newness of the new age, but I am hopeful I move from fret to freedom. I just want to make more and more things and not waste so much time worrying about whether it's good or will go anywhere or will sell or land and stick.
Make art.
Make it up.
Make a connection.
Make something of this precious experience of being alive and awake and able to make things.
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