I have begun sewing pieces of paper together, notes that I haven't touched in two or three years. Old knowledge at this point, I suppose. I lay the blanket of words on the floor in our living room (distinct rooms are the biggest relief!) and decided to drape even more imagery over it. After a few strokes of graphite, I quit and sat on my heels. I am nervous and don't want to obliterate the meaning yet. I am not sure what this really means, either.

Work has slowed down significantly, and I am given time and space to dream clearly about the future. A few days ago my bad habits caught up with me, scaring myself into paralysis again. Instead, I am searching for outside commitment again - building the curriculum I started earlier this year. Learning again how to balance work, life, art...