It always takes two to tango, a Presence and an Absence.
The writers attempt here to walk a tight rope and focus on the slippery creative space of formation. They try to desist from interfering, only assisting and aiding the slow arrival of a living work of art, either as a painting or a poem. Where every word comes from a caring stroke. It is the birthing of a unique child only because they have willed it to be. As creators they want to dwell in those trance like twilight zones, where there is no Presence of Absence. Here, replacing the heavy concocted web of the mind, harbinger of the feeling of Absence, disconnect and discontent in us, there exists instead an acute feeling of Presence. A space arrived at by erasures. It escapes a definition. But they believe that once you taste this nectar of creation, the very process recreates you. As though born again, a homecoming.
A celebration of the NeWMaN.