Day One Hundred Forty-Three


I feel like eating something sweet, that would be nice, to comfort myself. I went back to the studio after two days as my shoulder got much better. I spent the day making vessels for the time series but ended up with a series of forms entirely different from what I was planning on making. My hand just moved. It is okay to let them be that way but it should not the best way to learn anything new. Coming back home, walking through the park, thinking about the next project - what can I do in the world where there seem to be more writers than readers and more makers than users? And I want to make. Make make make.