Static Noise.

Let's See How High We Can Fly Before The Sun Melts The Wax In Our Wings.

Art is made from dreams, and visions, and things not known, and least of all from things that can be said. It comes from the inside of who you are when you face yourself. It is an inner declaration of purpose, it is a factor which determines artist identity.

—David Smith (1906-1965) ‘Tradition and Identity’ (via chrisvillacillo)

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