Proof of concept. My first finished piece, the idea for the synthesis that fed me, made the dream… is done. And I am happy. Rare in my self-expressive life are the moments when I look at what I’ve created and feel as though I’ve said exactly what I wanted to say. It is exciting; it is humbling. Maybe I’m racing. Maybe I’m even manic. But the creativity is back, the instinct is back, I am here, here, here as I was once before a very long time ago.
And I think I will never be without a camera or a pen again.