I have more stored within me than I usually touch, and reaching for it means going past the labeled shelves of what I already know how to use and into the deeper, stranger rooms that doesn’t needs labeling in an instant,
I have more stored within me than I usually touch, I do not go deeper is not always that I do not trust what is there but sometimes that I am not sure who I will be when I come back up,
I have more stored within me than I usually touch, for and some of what is down there arrived before I had the vocabulary to name it and so it has been sitting in a form I cannot easily describe,
What material have I carried for years without a proper container, imagine trying to shape it today, even imperfectly, to see what it might become when finally allowed outside,
I have more stored within me than I usually touch, going deeper into the work is not always comfortable or even guaranteed to produce anything I can use immediately to the work as it is ultimately capable of making...
What I make is drawn from everything I have collected, lived and partially understood, the making is not separate from the collecting but it is given a form that can exist outside me,
What I make is drawn from everything I have collected, when I make something that surprises me, it is usually because I touched something that had not yet been processed into a story, so it arrived still raw and still open, preparing myself to receive,
What I make is drawn from everything I have collected, and the work of expanding, going back to the world with a more open and less defended and less obsessed way of receiving it to make anything worth keeping,
If all my experiences are potentially relevant to the work, what am I doing with the ones I deem ordinary, personal, or unresolved,
What I make is drawn from everything I have collected, I keep making the same thing at the same depth, not because I have run out of material, but because I have been certain about the material, waiting patiently the entire time...
The instrument I am is not fixed, finished, or complete yet, the changes I make are not achieved through acquiring more knowledge, but rather by expanding the quality, honesty, and depth of my attention to what is already present, available through me,
The instrument I am is not fixed, finished, or complete yet, the changes it most needs are not additions but removals — of the noise that has been living in the interior unchallenged, I built so much of my daily identity around them,
The instrument I am is not fixed, finished, or complete yet, and the version of it is being shaped right now by what I am choosing to let in with real intention always by default,
What changes would I need to make to my lifestyle to become the instrument in years that could help me overcome my fear of attempting something I’m unsure I’m capable of,
The instrument I am is not fixed, finished, or complete yet, the admission that I am still in the process of becoming and that the becoming is available to be shaped by what I choose to do with it...
The seeing past the obvious is not a talent I was given, but a practice I can build by refusing to let the first layer of a thing be the only layer I am willing to acknowledge before I move on to the next thing,
I don’t naturally see beyond the obvious. Instead, I’ve developed this skill by being rewarded for rejection, speed, and the absence of an answer before the question was fully formed; This made me focus on surface aspects rather than the true essence of things,
The seeing past the obvious is not a talent I was given, but that capacity is available right now in the exact life I am already living and in the exact material I am already carrying,
What one thing have I been looking at —one person, one project, one recurring difficulty—that might reveal something different if I looked beyond my comfort zone to the underlying work
The seeing past the obvious is not a gift I was given, it is a discipline I practice, the willingness to pause before I decide what I am looking at and let the thing reveal itself, until I understand that truth only appears when I stop trying to name it too soon…
Watchwords:
The deeper material waiting just below the certain,
The instrument changes what the work can make,
Becoming is available to be shaped by today,
Efficiency trained the seeing past the obvious out,
Let the thing show me what it actually is...
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
