The moment between the brush and canvas,
pen and paper,
hands and the keyboard,
the liminal space of uncertainty,
of unrevealed colours,
cadences and chords.
Looking inward to look outwards,
backwards to look forwards,
shaping.
In this moment the rush of concepts,
the blurring of possibilities,
the richness of choice.
A catching,
a directing,
a movement towards birthing,
A glimpsed outline,
the fragment of a story,
a recurrent modulation.
This is a moment to savour,
the whisp of otherness,
a gasp on the trapeze.
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