Khing, the master carver, made a bell stand of precious wood. When it was finished, All who saw it were astounded. They said it must be the work of spirits.
The Prince of Lu said to the master carver, 'What is your secret?'
We leave marks wherever we go. Dents on pillows, crumpled sheets, footprints, scuff marks on furniture.
We carry marks left by the world around us, scars, freckles, and wrinkles.
We make marks on each other too, scars on the outside and inside.
Great artists have a unique mark, the way they handle the pencil, brush, or clay.
It takes a very, very long time for an artist to get to their mark, to finally make a recognizable mark that is truly theirs.
I leave marks too. I started being more aware of them over the last two years. Marks with my words, relationships, and with my work.
I want to get to my mark.
I want a mark that is identifiably mine.
Steve Jobs said he wants to leave a dent in the universe.
I want to leave a mark.
I am a flâneur, which basically means I spend a lot of time in coffee shops watching the world go by.