STUDIO

When I work, I start with nothing. In fact, it’s hard to tell you where I start. I pace from table to table in my studio. I draw a line. I write down a few words. I pick up a piece of cheap jade. I read Borges. Listen to a little Buffalo Tom. Cut some wood. I make some bad decisions and turn them into good ones. After many days I find I have made an object. When I see it there in front of me, staring at me as if determined to announce its existence, I am mystified as to how it came to be resting on my worktable. Luckily, after a while it becomes easier to ignore, and once I put it away, into a box, I can forget all about it.

When I work, I start with nothing.