I often don’t know what’s going to end up here when I start something new. I do start with an idea, sometimes a strong one (!), but pretty much every time (more like 100% of the time,) something happens along the way that makes me veer. This is how it’s been for forever really, I’m sure I even know and depend on it, but- I do not think or speak of it until the work is done. I still struggle with confidence and believe once I take an uncertain amount of “myself” out of the art equation, I get more done. The end product will feel something like half the me I recognize, and half something I have not met yet. I feel certain it won’t always be this way… for now, I am in love with being a part of moments that do not resemble time at all... Being onto something.