Monday, August 20, 2012

I leant on my bucket head and saw that what happened last week, month, year settles into the mud of being, in-between the teeth of my tread. excavation brings both muck and precious stones to the surface.

Pressure precedes the gushing forth of juice from the wine press. New ideas come leisurely yet promptly to consciousness only when work has previously been done in forming the right doors by which theymay gain entrance. Subconscious maturation precedes creative production in every human endeavour. Dewey,J. Art As Experience. (1934)The Berkley Publishing Group, page 73

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