Rarely my words resonate exactly how i feel inside my head. It feels like a flowing experience when i actually get there.

Result #1

The work is a series of free-floating thoughts, both in a general sense and in a specific one: a conversation with myself about my own thoughts, my own feelings, my own feelings about what I am doing. The concept of experience as a continuous stream of consciousness is central to any artistic endeavor. In the same way, if the artist is an artist who has been educated, has been exposed to the idea that art is a kind of learning process, he has to be able to translate the experience of his own thoughts into art, and to do it with a clear, direct, and intelligent mind. The fact that these are the only things I can do at any one time, even if it means waiting for a series of negative reactions from the audience, is a sign that I am an artist, but not an artist. As such, I am also an artist who has to be very aware of the fact that his own thoughts may not always be in sync with those of his audience. Im not going to lecture anyone about how I feel, but Im sure that if I were an artist I would know how to get it right. If you dont feel that way, Im not sure how to get it right. At least thats what Im going to do. The process of learning how to do things well is something I dont feel I have to do every day, but I do feel I have to do it, and thats something Ive got to do.

Result #2

Rarely my words resonate exactly how i feel inside my head. It feels like a flowing experience when i actually get there. This feeling is heightened by the fact that it is a pretty stretch of the imagination to think of it as something i can just take easily. Theres a delicate, almost languid sensuality to the way it flows. The feeling is sensual, but it doesnt feel like it should be. It doesnt sound like it will make me feel anything. Its not really the same as a sensuality that comes easily. The way it flows feels like it will make you feel a lot less comfortable. The way it feels isnt comfortable, but thats the way it feels. It doesnt feel like you want to be there. Its not comfortable. I dont want to be there. Its uncomfortable. I want to go back to the way it feels. I dont want to do that. I want to go back to the way it feels. I dont want to do that.I dont really want to do that either. But I dont know if I should. Im not sure that feeling is really important or if it is. I dont know if Ill feel the way I feel. Im not sure how important the feeling is. Im not sure I want to. Im not sure Im a person who is comfortable with something I feel like I am not comfortable with. I dont know what to do about that. I dont know if I should feel uncomfortable, or if I should feel comfortable. Im not sure either way. Im not sure I want to. I dont want to feel that. Im not sure I want to. Im not sure Ill feel comfortable with it either. Im not sure either way. Im not sure Im comfortable with it either. Its uncomfortable. I dont want to do that either. Im not sure either way. I dont want to feel that either way either. Im not sure I want to do that either. Im not sure Ill feel comfortable with it either. Its uncomfortable. Im not sure either way. Im not sure Ill feel comfortable with it either. Im not sure either way.

Result #3

Rarely my words resonate exactly how i feel inside my head. It feels like a flowing experience when i actually get there. Its like being a child again, that sense of adventure and discovery that we are all innocent of. I have always felt that the children in my head are beautiful, that they are somehow less evil than the adults I know. They are innocent and they are also human. I dont feel guilty about that. It isnt the guilt itself that is wrong, its the innocence that is. I dont know what guilt is, but Im certain that the innocence of the children in my head is not the same as the guilt that I feel. I do not feel guilty about being human again. I feel guilty that we are all human beings and that we are all bad.Its not as if I can just walk into a room and turn the pages of a book and be done with it. Thats a real-world thing. It has to do with a society and a culture that wouldnt allow that. I dont feel guilty about that either. I dont feel guilty about my own innocence. I dont feel guilty about what Im seeing in my head. Im sure I can talk to the people who make that kind of art, but Im certain that they will say, You know what? Its just art. Im just not guilty of that. You can have it. Ill be more specific with you.I dont really know what guilt is, but Im sure Im guilty about it. Theres something very serious about it. I dont know what it is, but I do know that it is a feeling that we have to deal with. Its a feeling thats got to do with not being able to go on, with being able to do something. Im not sure what that something is, but I do know that it has to do with being able to do something. Its not just art, Im sure it is a responsibility, and its a responsibility thats got to be taken. I dont know what guilt is, but Im sure its a feeling thats got to be dealt with.

Result #4

. . . It is an experience that i want to keep forever, even if it means being forced to leave my home. The image of this image, a photograph of a woman in a red skirt, the kind of image that comes up so often in therapy, is a constant reminder that the person who is depressed, the person who has been defined as having a mental illness, is still a person and needs to be treated. It is not an image that can be erased or repressed. It is a subject that needs to be talked about, not only because it is so frequently one of the first things we think of when we think of mental illness, but also because it has been so often used as a metaphor for the condition itself. It is the subject that is always present, in every form of existence. The photo is a sign of our love for the subject. It is a source of hope. That is why the image is so important.

Result #5

Rarely my words resonate exactly how i feel inside my head. It feels like a flowing experience when i actually get there.The exhibition also included a selection of the artists early drawings, as well as a few more of his paintings, and a small, carefully-selected group of sculptures. The show felt like a retrospective, with a few surprises along the way. For example, the sculptures—a group of sculptural forms made from small blocks of metal with a bit of wood attached to their surfaces—were all painted the same gray, suggesting that the objects were sculptures, too. In some works, the block became a pedestal for a pedestal, like a table. In others, the blocks became pedestals for an object, like a coffee table. These works are made of small, easily-handled blocks of metal with a bit of wood attached to their surfaces. In one, a block of wood is made of tiny stones, while in another a piece of wood is made of a block of wood. The blocks of metal seem to have been carved in a single stroke. In the large sculptures, the blocks are made of pieces of wood and clay, with the clay slowly peeling away. The result is a sculpture in the round, as if the blocks were sculptures.This work is an unusual, funny, and ironic meditation on art and craft. The block sculptures, with their small size, are made of clay. The clay is cast in a claylike material, which is used in the sculptures to make the blocks smaller, but also to make the clay more malleable. The clay is often broken and reused, and the pieces are often broken and then reassembled. The blocks are assembled according to the same logic, but in a different way: the blocks are placed on the floor, and the clay is placed on top of them, as if they were on pedestals. The blocks also make their way around the sculptures, looking for a place to put their heads.