|Artist, Gabriel Pacheco.|
An arranger of words, a former of thin lines on paper does not always have busy hands. That many of my thoughts are bestowed as gifts in the middle of the night gives me more breathing room during the day. My hands have assignments. I am not visibly idle.
There is a necessarily solitary aspect to being someone whose job is to sit and think stuff up. It is not a task completed by committee. It rarely benefits from outside suggestions. It is organic, all-or-nothing. It loathes hearing anyone say, on any topic, "But couldn't you just..." No, I couldn't. If I could, I would.
|Artist, Pablo Auladell.|
Some days are easier than others.