Even in spontaneity, there is direction, a memory, a question, a mood, some sense of what the work might become. Without that, the making may never begin.

Anyone who has spent time around artists has probably heard the phrase: “Materials have a language.” It’s the kind of statement that sounds meaningful, but can also feel vague.

We can analyze, reflect, journal, talk things through, and still feel restless, disconnected, or oddly untouched by our own insights.