I don’t need to complete all the work. That’d be foolish consistency. An artist needs freedom to experiment and do so with the expectation that most ideas won’t fly. By necessity, that involves a liberal use of the proverbial trash bin.
A creative process is analogous to gold panning. First, I find a promising riverbed, and then I start sticking sludge on the placer. What follows is a whole lot of shaking and swirling. I soak the soil, finger it, and agitate that worthless sediment.
My primary job is to remove the sand and gravel. That is the work, an endless process of extracting that never gets finished. Eventually, I’m bound to find those shiny bits from my platter- maybe they’re not just shiny but dense and valuable, too.
Eemu Julius 