Uhhh pretty close I guess?
Each step moves the piece forward: toward curvier shapes, messier surfaces, tiny details ... rich, gorgeous, broken, weighty, complex — basically, toward being more human.
It's a running joke amongst, well, me mostly, that I'm 58 and suddenly understand why people buy baskets. And now Iook — I've accidentally made some.
This is kind of about spare energy but also about spare paint?
I'm just here to do what it whispers to me.
... I guess because it's more of a path than a job — a creative and spiritual pursuit filled with more than a lifetime of curiosity, problem-solving and stupid-joke-making ...