I push the right buttons, follow the blink blink blink of the marker on the screen and words appear. Thoughts become synapses firing, become nerves moving muscles down my arms to my fingers, and the manifestation solidifies: letters to words to paragraphs, mirroring the thought. An electric manifestation. An electric magic.
I combine the spiritual, the mental, the physical to create form from formlessness. The intangible becomes tangible. I am a wizard. I am a creator.
I am grateful for this work, strangely familiar – re-learning this is my natural state of mind. I am a poet-wielder of the electrons.
Sixty seconds from thought to page.
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David Muñoz
I'm a recovering artist in Austin, Texas. Stoic student, mystic, writer, poet, guitarist, father, brother, son, friend. I am an eternal soul living a human experience. Part of that experience is working through my stuff by making art.
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I believe many of us here would find this very relatable!