Rhythm.
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Feeling necessity to insert contextual words / bio into this space on this new website, but also apprehensive / overwrought / bored? at the thought of all problems that ensue when attempting to do so.  So hard to find words and then….relief / joy / meaning quickly turns to frustration / boredom / confusion when it all makes sense / doesn’t makes sense again.  I have studied / written / spoken / imagined / thought over and over and over again and maybe I have given up aspects in favour of a quiet life.  Some years ago for better or for worse I decided to trust my instincts and some years after that I felt compelled to start making work with my hands. Looking back, perhaps I was being called to respond to the rhythms of the studio and cut my losses with the pursuit of the intellect.