The way I create is the closest thing I have to a ritual or ceremony in my life. It is love in motion. One small thing leads to another and so on until an intricate web of line or thought or substance is formed. Nothing is separate.
Making things is how I express my wonder, my confusion, my affection. My process seems to mirror my way of understanding. Little by little, the connections become clear, dependencies are revealed, and the intricate pattern often works out in the most beautiful or surprising of ways. I find it both mystifying and comforting.
If in the end it seems familiar or friendly it is good.