about me or how it comes
I remember when I was a little kid I had a balsa block that was meant to be used to drive small nails in with a small hammer. But I was more interested in dismantling the block of wood itself with the hammer, which led to hours and days of hammering and a lot of recurring clutter on the kitchen floor. My mother's attempts to dissuade me from what she saw as destructive and pointless occupation failed. Sometimes when I look around my life and work today, I notice that I am still doing what I liked or would have liked as a child, just with different tools, different goals and different intellects. In these moments I am -...