The cathedral bell rings one time, and my jet lag combines with thoughts. People left behind in San Francisco, last visits and element of my life there in progression. I’d prefer to write to each person my thoughts, yet there is a universal element to my experience.
Like entering a cloister dedicated to an aesthetic life. Exploring art and expression with clay as a material. There are nine residences here presently. Mostly youth defined as those under thirty. I believe I am the elder or perhaps Niki who is an exhibited sculpture from Tilburg. Bas is here still finishing his six months of back-to-back residences.
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