Internal growth.

There are days when you taste the wine and bitch about it.

Then there are days when you taste the wine and dance about it.

I lost sight yesterday.

I focused so hard on the end result and lost sight of the meaning of my hands.

I love to make.

That's what separates me from the monotony or making.

It's that freedom and obsessiveness that allows me to grow.

No money, no women, no house of stone could motivate me to create more than my love for the practice of what I do.

Although there are external factors that I must provide to survive, when I focus too hard on those I lose them.

Like when you pick a rose, it dies.

Whatever that process is for you I hope you do it to your heart’s content without someone else’s structure.