And gosh-darned if I don't break 'em almost every time I set foot in my studio.
Not by design or out of I'll-show-you contrariness but because, I think, as I reflect back on the most recent series of six pieces, I gave myself a starting place and then trusted the emerging process.
The trusting wasn't conscious.
But I think I yielded in some way, let myself take one step and then another and another whether rule-compliant or not.
I created a launch pad, I kept showing up, my art met me halfway, and our collaboration unfolded—unevenly and with jockeying for position, but nonetheless unfolding through some mysterious force of its own.
To happy effect in this case.