Your light burns on one end of the axis and the peak of your career points at the far horizon. The Sun, the brazier beating at the center that wants to be seen, faces off from the meridian, the visible heading your work climbs toward. Identity and the public peak call each other to account. Each time you show the work, something opposite dares you to prove who you really are under the spotlight. The self and the place you display yourself never square up on their own. Between what you are inside and what you put before the world, your public face gets forged, built of a brightness earned by looking the far end straight on. The crowd catches your light reflected before they catch your real face.
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