This weekend my daughter and I spent time together and as always we had a lovely time.With her I take on every moment. It was also good because of two meetings, one in person and the other online. Can you imagine remembering what what you do really means to you from two simple experiences? That was my weekend. What it did was remind me of the curiosity, the joy of creativity...the hunches and the hopes. I looked around the large garage space that we have, A spae that I have been given to do my work, but I have hesitated because of how much what I do is more about a comfy cushioned seat. where I spread things out in an intimately orchestrated way. But I looked at it on Saturday and thought about it again. Then, a friend had a sympsium and listening to her work. I was inspired all over again. The excitment of the audacity to go out on a limb and work instinctively and through compulsion. Somehow the doubt goes, the process and the outcome instead are writ large. Being part of it....I remember.