I'm working on something here.

There’s been a lot of books published about how to push through the point I’m at.

I could read them all, it probably wouldn’t change a thing.

To go from someone who made things, to someone who doesn’t – it happens to all of us. Only a few of us seem to realize it.

And when we get back to making things it all hides behind a wall. Just like this wall you are reading. Thousands of words, hundreds of photos, all of it hiding because I know none of it has received the attention it deserves to be something that I used to call “good.”


I’m working on something here.