Intensity is strikingly upon me. My dialogue never stops. I feel nervous, anxious. The intensity of my anxiety is increasing because I never find enough time in the studio in order to fully explore and to fully question; there are more demands on my time than making art. There is much to do, not enough time to do it. I am filled with fear of failure. I do not want the road to end before my journey is accomplished. I am on my way home. I need time, a lot of time, to find home, to find my personal authenticity. I have seen my true architecture, it resides interstitially between the bits and pieces of the living I am experiencing. It resides in my mind's eye, obscured by experience and education; I live with distorted ideas that I have inherited from people who have come before me. I recognize the ideas of others are not mine; this fills me with anxiety. This is my work; I am becoming my one true self.
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