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Learning is the ultimate honor
A gift to ourselves and for our others
Expanding minds – expanding universes
Embracing imperfection leads to
Finding certain obvious truths
Hiding as protection
Reflections diverting attention
From all that is actually in those mirrors
Reality obscuring clarity
But when the masks come off
And the barriers come down
Everything is actually quite different
Every Post- is also every Pre-
It's the way of contagion
When we finally meet ourselves
As we sometimes do
We have to force ourselves
To trust our own wisdom
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Definitely something living, almost alive. As we interacted with it,
providing input and manipulating in- and output, there were moments of
improvisation both artistically and mechanically. Everything is nuance multiplied. The dark and simple moments were the hardest to control.
There is a lot of technology and hardware, connected like so much
muscle, nerve, and bone, that needs us artists/keepers/mechanics/guardians (and
brains) in order to create unique wondrous imagery that feels organic. It was constant work; fixing and changing and pushing of limits.
Addictive and original, non-replicable interactions and imagery. Every now and then one or the both of us would exclaim, "That's it!" or simply, "Yeah." Dave's occasional, "That's something."
– ty 11.19.23
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