From day to day, I encounter little things that are interesting, amusing, and/or touching.
I let them sit and play around in my mind until they mature to form a synthesis.
My fidgety hands start moving.
My mind starts cruising around galaxies to find a spot, very still, tranquil, and in a way
nostalgic, where I am no longer disturbed or swayed.
Arrogance, dependence, slight resentment, isolation -- - all these things tangled up in my
soul come lose and disappear.
Then, something begins to take shape in my hands.
It is a long, repetitive process of creating a piece of work. But when it is complete, it fills me
with an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
Creative work continues to guide, discipline, and enrich my life and spirit.