The uncontainable and desperate desire. The failed attempts but still attempts. I am with all the energy but it's put anywhere but where it's supposed to be. So to breathe and keep trying. Because otherwise there's no point.
I read an interesting sentence today about changing skin. Although it's out of context here, this phrase is very relevant to my work and my way of approaching it. To change skin, to mutate, to keep searching, to free oneself from self-imposed prisons. How difficult all this can be! But here we are, trying.
I'll write this sentence and stick it near my work table (and where I do everything else) so as not to forget that it is necessary to move forward.
Devour, is the name of this work.