‘The inscape out,” that which the blister of all creative input effortlessly explodes. Ever so slowly, in synchronized fluency, mood neutral, restructuring consciousness into a web of tossed-off output.
Do you see what I made, what I said? Nothing about the work simulates. It is the video game. Learning, and doing, makes new connections, new synapses.
Art self-absorbs and then transforms. The body, the brain, all the chemicals locked in, creativity is carpe died on steroids.