Studio Thoughts

I have not written for years, not at least, a post.  I have written journal pages by the hundreds and poems by the score, but "Studio Thoughts,"  no.  This is not a reflection of a lack of thinking, thinking out loud, hell, talking out loud - often to myself, but rather a hesitation to express into the atmosphere of intimate anonymity, what thoughts may be. There is a terrifying intimacy to separation, which not only allows, but encourages the sharing of that which is so often better kept to oneself ,or at the very least, thought carefully about before loosing its expression.  On more than one occasion I have ended a conversation either on the ethereal internet or in a crowded meeting, by stating something so clearly, concisely and thoroughly (I hope that's the reason) that no one else knew quite what to say.  I was only expressing a a thought, but the statement closed a conversation. I cherish the exchange of ideas and experiences.  It's why I love art, ...