There is only one place in my current life where I feel completely free—in my studio standing before a canvas with uninterrupted hours ahead and implements in hand. Here no rules exist, no restrictions, no external arbiters. In this world outside the gravitational world, I may ride my imagination over the falls of the event horizon where my only confrontation is with the person who embodies my heart. What happens when one is truly free? Colors shoot outward from under the head of the smashing hammer; fear is released in the sudden blow and fearlessness expands like a hit of heroin. Art, whatever the genre, temporarily acquits the artist of his or her most egregious crimes.
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