A Note

Always trust play and mess, the aimless, quiet wandering that transforms what careful planning cannot. In touching materials, dancing with them, letting go, we allow ourselves to be swallowed by the depths and moved by slow currents beneath. Connected by the red thread, we descend together. Through our touch and sight, what lives in the depths becomes real. And so do we. Emerging at the tips of trembling fingers.

The gift of no plan is rarer than it sounds. The heart of the studio holds this gift as you would hold something living.