the work that works for you
seeds
untroubled
a little bit of something
solitude
reflection
work
transcending
messes
what marks you
beyond what we can say
it starts with curiosity
meant to make things
what does art ask of me?
maybe we still can
different things
the second gap
courting chance and randomness
weird things
effortful effortlessness
floating
between flipping and flopping
the scattering
reckoning
believe in bigger things
poetry and surgery
breaking away
language
faithfulness in the climbing
art by factors
proof
sketching
beyond belief
play
the irreversibility
life is suffering, art doesn't have to be
it's always been a dance
the worst thing
the strangeness in everything
it starts with honesty
a wholeness made of broken beings
something like magic
everything shimmers
a still small voice
suffering
breaking things
a creative life
that feeling
what it's for
return
words
alone together
craftspeople
something new
where things get interesting
inviting the concept
...how are you...
what you thought it would be
road to nowhere
the billowing
remain
tales as tall as giants
softer tides
when longing dies...
the spirit pathway
words can reforge us
when things fall out
the trouble with dreaming
relish your apartness
joy, wonder, mystery
can't touch the bottom
unexpected things
everything is temporary
neither this nor that
all our truths
this is what gratitude is
wake up to the world
look at this
I am this breathing
holding a shadow
like you mean it
the soul
talking to myself
you forget
you're the reason
real art
I know you know
this beautiful mess
beyond and beneath
future vanishes
say what you want
haunted
we're not supposed to talk about it
Make mistakes...
all this time
at the edge
losing touch
Ten pages...
don't ask...
Starting, restarting and making a mark...
woes me...
Your are poetry...
The best we can do...
