that feeling

It’s something so small, so fragile, so rare. Giving it any attention, acknowledging it above a whisper, can send it fluttering away.

You can feel it when you're somewhere you've never been. When you're doing something you don't believe you can do. Somewhere between an idea and a whim. Working without a map or a safety net. No signs. No guides. Paddleless up a particular creek, without a clue.

It happens when you're terrified. Every muscle telling you to fight, to fly, or freeze.

It happens when you fall apart. In between the cracks and the crevices. The places where the light gets in.

There it is, that feeling.

this is wonderful - vintage magazien cut out, comic book fragment, spray paint, and ink splatter on A4

When you feel so impossibly stuck. When your soul is atrophied and disused. When you're curled into a corner. Behind a closed door, on the bathroom floor. Trying not to cry above a whimper.

There’s that feeling.

When the noise becomes epiphany. When something muddled flickers into clarity.

In a flash. In an instant. In some place you never expected it to be.

That feeling.

Call it insight, or inspiration. Enlightenment or awakening. Call it hope. Promise. Possibility. Maybe even faith or grace. A belief in impossible things.

That the story doesn't end here. That some how, some way, it'll all work out. You'll be ok.

Ask me how I know, I couldn't tell you. No one knows anything for sure.

There's just that feeling...

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P.S. ICAD - Day 45-47

every possible angle - magazine fragments on 4x6 index card

proof - magazine framents on 4x6 index card

terrain - vintage and contemporary magazine fragments on 4x6 index card

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