i see you hiding stuck in your busyness anxiety zaps your lightning bolt brain release sparks or get comfortable clear the confused moments wavering that hula hoop spinning plates no competition break out smash boxes burst light pools poor or not you're fire magnifying polarities no barriers i am here the saga a high road conscious opening thirsty skin shatter empty smoke to collect the kindling again find breathing room little turtle wake from chaos dance in ocean currents glow star-fused spacious all is in your color stop trying so hard find breathing room, little turtle. Photo by Andri Munazir on Unsplash
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the grey a mist a cloud this city lives in fire season we got swallowed by a volcano through wide, tall panes fragments of cyan between white/rust/brown but a ghost blue less of itself summer days i squint my eyes peering at bright but an overcast lid traps muggy dry the sleepy light ducking back in bed sight a bronze tongue that makes me fold in on my ribs just so air punishes lungs days like this might as well stay inside watch the months go by Photo by Manny Becerra on Unsplash |
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$1, $10, $100, whatevs :) Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress (me). This mostly contains raw rough content pulled out of practice notebooks. Occasional posts also invite you into the way I work, with intermittent notes on the hows and whys on the whats I make. Less often you may also find prompts and processes I've brought to workshops, as well as surveys that help me gather material for projects. Similar earlier posts from years ago can be found on: Archives
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