i don't know how to make a living i just try my best to stay alive to feel alive
to take mud and poison and fire and make useful things that people want to look at and touch every day
screw greatness or fame or even making a living at the end of the day all i want is to be certain that i've been honest.
magic lands when it lands it does not wait for you to feel your hands are skilled enough to hold it no one promised us neatness, or ease. when magic hovers there tickling your palms urging you to embrace it go forth messy, clumsy, uncertain alive.