"The itch of art is a glorious one, where an image strikes you and does not leave you alone until you produce something worthy of the thought. Sometimes the product is basically junk, although what goes into the creation is incredible. So you stop and try again, and then, there it is, hitting you right between the eyes; the byproduct of what happened behind those eyes. A creation so fluid that it changed yet stayed the same; when it passed from the mind to the hand or through the eye. Each physical manifestation transforms the outcome of the product but it is still significant no matter how it was produced. It exists and now survives the test of time. "
- Honest, Summer After Midnight Ramblings
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