The Way

So much going on here. No materials. The dark. The light. Shadows. Tubes and lugs and drill bits and bits of A.O. cloth and a design and a client for that design and a willingness to pay for that design come soon, and then there’s me arriving – when all of it shares the same personal space, who decides if each step in the process has enough value to continue on to the next one? We all have a way. We each have a different way. Some can knock these out in hours. Some take a full week. Others have no calendar. But there’s always a standard. The standard. And we have to meet it. To raise it. To be able to repeat it and then repeat it again again. And we all need a way to measure it. And we all need a way to measure ourselves.

All This By Hand