I make with my hands, returning to the small decisions that turn an idea into something I can touch, adjust, question, and slowly recognize as mine,
I make with my hands, remembering that craft is not always the grand moment when everything comes together but the quiet choices nobody else may notice,
I make with my hands, enjoying the texture of the work instead of asking whether it is good enough, finished or worthy enough to be seen,
I make with my hands, do I still know how to enjoy what I am doing when I stop measuring every step against the final result,
I make with my hands, as I continue to just enjoy the work, everything becomes playful again…
I follow what excites me, choosing the experiments that keep pulling at my attention even when I cannot yet explain why,
I follow what excites me, curiosity gives me somewhere to begin and I do not need certainty before I care about where it might come from,
I follow what excites me, trusting that some ideas deserve to be explored simply because something in me keeps returning to them,
I follow what excites me, what am I genuinely curious to make when I stop worrying whether anyone else understands it yet,
I follow what excites me, as I come and see different explorations now the work starts feeling alive in in a much more different way…
As I keep several things moving, not to avoid finishing but still returning to another piece loosens my attachment enough to see the first once again,
As I keep several things moving, allowing each project to give me a different kind of attention so one unfinished decision does not consume all my creative energy,
As I keep several things moving, sometimes the distance between making and analyzing is exactly what I need to see what the work is asking from me,
As I keep several things moving, can I step away from something I love without fearing I will lose the excitement that made me start it,
I keep several things moving, every time I visit a whole new thing, fresh set of eyes become part of my craft…
I care for the details, giving myself permission to remove what no longer belongs, refine what feels rough, and bring in another set of hands when it better serves the work,
I care for the details, because doing everything myself is not the same as caring deeply but loving the work means knowing where my hands should stop and begin,
I care for the details, letting the final piece become different from what I first imagined because making teaches me what I could not know at the beginning,
I care for the details, can I let the work change me without feeling that I have lost control of what I wanted to create,
I care for the details, I begin to understand that care is not measured by how much I add, but by how deeply I am willing to remain with what is already there…
Watchwords:
Craft is the hundreds of quiet choices
The work becomes playful again
I follow what excites me
Fresh eyes become part of my craft
Craft becomes an expression of care
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream: