Amidst the growing clouds of dust and drowning sounds of construction there lies a wall. A wall you can walk by. A wall you can ignore on your morning commute. Think of how many stories a single wall could tell if it could talk. That is part of my ethos, I guess you could say, on what I hope to bring out in my work. Wanting to give and create pause. Giving it because I believe life is worth living slow. Creating it in the hopes that others too will take a moment for themselves before the selfies overtake them.
When I approach the wall I have to let go of my own desires and allow what the wall wants to speak come out. More like an intuition. An observation. Allowing my hands to trust my gut. This piece specifically deals in a very tangible way the long, hard road to learning to trust myself… namely free handedness. Not relying on technology to guide my hands.
