*2,502* CONSECUTIVE DAYS of collages. There have been so many plot twists and hairpin turns. This practice began out of a desire to make art intentionally every. single. day. To create faster than I could (over)think. To let go and see what would happen.
At the beginning, it was a lifeline as I worked through heartbreak and overwhelming grief. Over the years it became so much more. This practice has been an act of constant reinvented, a battle with boredom, a realization of mental illusions, a test of priorities, a commitment to *really* looking, a forever surprising search, a true north, and a balance of endings.