As I grind on book revisions, I fantasize about the feel of paint on my fingertips -- the barrier of slickness between flesh and paper or canvas or wood. Collage-making is my meditation. It is the safety net I surrender into when life is life and people are people and stuff is stuff. Until the time of full immersion comes, I work on mini canvases between book chapters and visit galleries and museums daily, on Instagram.
âMy ideas are infinite.
If only I didn't have the need for sleep.