Without actively looking for this specific topic, several things I read this past week connected an appreciation for art with critical thinking skills. This is a topic I'd like to explore, but one's energy ebbs, what with research papers, final exams, holiday-related errands, and the general sense of despair over the world at large and the folks who seemed determined to destroy it. Critical thinking itself is under attack. One hardly knows where to begin.
So, in the wee hours of the morning, one makes a collage. A useless thing made of useless stuff, a disarranging rearranged into an arrangement, a temporary focus on the page that calls forth a new energy. Some neurons seem to be working; some synapses seem to be bridged with the makings of an idea.
It may all be for naught. These are tough times for truth and beauty. But then again, when was it not?
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once
you
said
blue
shadows
on
snow
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