Simon Bresler I usually know exactly where to begin. I start with an image that takes me in an unknown direction and I follow it like a compass needle until I vaguely see its shape and feel the momentum. At that point, I know where I’m going and am able to anticipate the turns before I reach them. But right now I feel lost. Its as if a magnet is spinning my needle in circles and I don’t know if I should begin with the 100...
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