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These first several days of 2018 have been mostly spent in the studio going through old piles of materials and accumulated objects and half finished or unresolved works (for some reason or another I convinced myself that I would do something with them) and either throwing them out or seriously organizing them.

At 42, I realize that time is a diminishing resource even if you do get all 24 hours of every day. It might be the relationship we have to an hour, day or a year, as we accumulate them, they feel less singular or defined. Relatively speaking they are actually smaller when seen geometrically, or in shapes as they relate to each other and the whole...

My effort is to gain clarity and focus to be able to not get tripped up on old baggage that becomes part of the hardwiring unless a conscious effort is made to upgrade the OS.

Consciousness is a theme of interest lately for me. How conscious are we as individuals? And as a group? I feel we cannot thrive (or even survive in any familiar sense) unless we start being really conscious of what we value and to what end?