Plant a seed, water it, care for that which sprouts, tend regularly to it, and see what happens.
Wessel ‘24
Why do I push myself so hard into the deepest and darkest most tender and fresh with such vigor and verve in ways that most likely bewilder the passing stander-by as I whip across their line of algorithm limited vision… to get to the other side of course, but, a. What is within that journey? and b. What’s on the other side?
Excerpt Spiritual Noise Vol 3 More art at Iamwessel.com