Thank you

I worry sometimes that the repetition might be a crutch and that I’m trying to hide my incompetence and complexity. I’m trying to trust that the process itself creates something beyond me—a thing that appears because I showed up and let it happen.

But when I’m making things, I struggle to stop. I keep adding, shifting, and repeating. Part of me wishes I could hold back more, and part of me hopes that the repetition is where my work actually starts to emerge.

Thank you. That is exactly what I was grasping for.