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My hands are my tools helping me to translate the abstract threads of my thoughts into the physical world. Unable to hold still, my hands are always moving, living in a state of constant change, developing and refining both new and old skills. When my hands are moving, I feel as if my mind has hushed, and I can drift into the zone. 

 

Where sand and water meet ripples form, stuck between two directions, I feel torn but determined to find my place where I can rest between both worlds. Divided into equal parts, both creatures can thrive in their respective environments. As I struggle to find a deeper meaning to my making, I set back and begin to look at the bigger picture. Analyzing the situations and circumstances in which I have been creating attempts to look at it from a different perspective.