I wonder if badger knows the shape of the hole before she begins the digging.

I am curious if bird holds a clear vision of the nest as he starts collecting those first twigs and bits of moss.

I notice in my own work, that lately I begin with very little vision, maybe just a curiosity about a shape or a texture. I think I used to start a piece with grander more fully formed outcomes in mind, but maybe that is a distortion of memory, a hindsight mirage. I recollect though, an agonizing with ideas, a striving and grappling at my mind’s work table that rarely happens these days. I don’t think I’ve gotten any better at finding ideas for what to make, maybe just more comfortable with letting those ideas find me.