Everything you could ever want, you have and are.
Moments of inspiration are everywhere all the time. To collect them, all one needs is an open and untroubled mind.
A line can be a record of time. This line can branch and divide. This branching becomes infinite; an infinite network of potential. The ‘work’ or ‘art’ or ‘art work’ is the constant practice of contemplating practice. One line records another and so time is created and obscured.
I am the line and it is me.