The work is flowing from an inner knowing of how things really are.

The fire was followed by a period of grieving and then by an incredible lightness, freedom, and mobility.

I was never interested in making cool, distilled, pure objects.

I think of moving as a kind of saving grace.

I really enjoy finding the right word, creating a good, flowing sentence. I enjoy the rhythm of the words.

Maybe the whys and the hows aren't as important as just the knowing.