Intention runs alongside creation.

This is something I wrote in my sketchbook as accompaniment to my sketching. It is another means to communicate this idea I have in my head.

A window part as exaggerated statement; a place for the story of failure and courage. In a dojo, the symbolic place of preparation for conflict, light streams in the asian windows as sweaty, courageous, diligent, and wild. It pours on the hard surfaces of wood and plaster and stone, which manifest themselves as a testament of humanity’s false inner strength. The light eats through them like a bath of acid, and the people there are incinerated by the weight of their task and the futility of their strength.


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