I think a lot about what I do and why I do it. I am not saying this to elevate myself in any way. It sometimes makes me miserable. I spend my days asking myself, "What if I do this? And what if I do this? And why did I do that? Can I do it again? Can I undo it? Is this really communicating what I was trying to communicate? And so on, and so on…"
The strange thing is that this process can both enhance the creation of art and destroy it.
“And we will be ready, at the end of every day will be ready, will not say no to anything, will try to stay awake while everyone is sleeping, will not sleep, will make the shoes with the elves, will breathe deeply all the time, breathe in all the air full of glass and nails and blood, will breathe it and drink it, so rich, so when it comes we will not be angry, will be content, tired enough to go, gratefully, will shake hands with everyone, bye, bye, and then pack a bag, some snacks, and go to the volcano.”