What is What

My obscure spatio-temporal and aesthetic artistic pursuits exist underneath a hovering massive and terrible bloody notion of freedom.  It is a cold time now even as the sun grows closer.   I keep moving. The chatter you are hearing about is not my teeth. It is the involuntary threat that keeps on giving. I project heat.  To stretch the unspoken moment between intent and action I attempt a neutral pallette fitting to my identity. A delicate process. I fail often. What colors you will choose be they hopes, fears or indifference are yours to place upon me or hold back.  You the randomn pedestrian laugh, cry, smile, frown, hug, hold, spit, push and pull. I embrace you always. The stories that are told in the gestures of kindness, the fleeting moment of a laugh, the scuttle of an embarrassment, these are my treasure.  On a microscale I have learned that in all contrasting and conflicting energies balance is possible in the most unexpected of ways.  Humans before speaking, they moved.  Body language was instinctively positioned.  It is very difficult to position a body to convey a position other than what it physically is.  I know this from experience. I trust it.  One time I sat at a long table with important people to eat. I was told from the head of the table that not just anyone off the street could eat there. I spit out my food quietly into my napkin for all those who I knew would never sit there like I was.  Then, as they would have wanted, i kept eating.