Becoming the Work

I used to think art was something I made. Now I see it’s something I become through the act of making. Every piece takes something from me, but it gives something back too. The exchange is what keeps me going.

You can’t fake the work. You can’t skip the parts where it feels uncertain or ugly or lost. That’s where it starts to mean something. The struggle, the repetition, the small moments where you surprise yourself. That’s where the real growth happens.

I don’t think I’ll ever “arrive” anywhere. I’m just learning to exist inside the process, to keep building, keep becoming, and let the work carry me forward.