Deep water
It’s been a long time since I last wrote—not for lack of things to say, quite the opposite: So many people, impressions, and thoughts all at once. Somehow, everything settles when I return to my work. I draw strength from my recent exhibition, and I hope that what I’m creating now will be something special. Work has never been the challenge—trusting myself is. But if I don’t believe in what I’m building, who will? Perhaps that’s what real courage is: moving forward without safety nets, guided only by responsibility and conviction. At the same time, I find myself caught between logic and emotion, the two flickering in my mind like a strobe light, switching on and off, cancelling each other out. It’s an intensity I’ve never experienced before. I’ve also made backward progress (quite dynamically, I might add:-D). I tried to find detours—safe ground, stable work—because the fear of losing everything is still very much alive in my body. But life keeps pushing me back toward Tarot. This is g...
