Greetings, @d-pend
Hope you've been doing well.

I guess that's why it is so easy for most to break promises.

to embark upon the winding path of briars and blooms which heralds its entry into the physical world is to see the Idea's integral brilliance diminished by every turn...

It is not easy to translate ideas into material means of expression. It's like trying to remember a dream you just woke up from. It was so vivid, and yet... cannot be put into words, or images.

The petulant inner infant is disappointed, as its personal preferences have been made to look quite insignificant indeed.

That is true if the idea wins over the battle.
But we must have chests of ideas thrown into oblivion by the limiting forces of materiality. What seemed so promising ans transformative in our minds becomes questionable and even trivial if it hits the wall of material inquisition.

So the drippings of the roast must suffice for the mass: involuntary, impersonal poverty through the necessary nibbling upon table scraps..

Very nicely put. Doubly paradoxical, considering we are supposed to get hungrier after sensing the plasurable aroma of roasting treats, most people get enough with the crumbs, others even reject it all together.

I loved what you did in the videos. the juxtaposition of images around the hard cement smeared iron bars. The foundation for ideas to build upon, sometimes realized, sometimes left abandoned. Nothing sadder than a building that never was. We have plenty of unfinished projects here.

We ourselves have become those rusty iron bars.