Process

I’ve been trying to loosen up: fast collages, illegible notes in the middle of the night, and the smudges of a left-hander.

There is beauty in repetition, the steady accretion that comes with committing to one thing day after day.

I have a knack for taking the longest, most taxing route to common knowledge.

The first thing I do with a new notebook is write something stupid and messy on the first page.