When I finish one piece, I launch into the next, as soon as possible. Until I do, I feel I am in limbo. I may have a sketch, more likely I just set my hands to moving. I have worked this way since childhood. Making things is my way of being at home in the world. Still, I often feel it is all being dreamt into being, off the map. My task is to bring the dreams into form and discover their relationship to one another.
We are swimming in a great river of light that pours in our windows and into the work of our hands. It is glorious to catch just a little of it for the moments we’re here, to shape it and send it back out on the great spiral, to be caught by other hands and spun onward.