I documented this piece today. It’s one I’ve been working on for the past month, and Its documentation makes me feel like I can finally distance myself from it. I'm not going to comment on its context yet. Getting distance from my work helps me digest it. When I’m working on something, I pour all of my energy into it. I get lost in the moment of searching for some form of resolution in the making process. Those moments are unsettling, but also invigorating. When the work is finished, I can’t quite grasp that reality. The next few days, weeks, or months after are spent ogling the work until I’m ready to archive it. After that moment, the work leaves my control. There is a reckoning, and I do my best to record my thoughts on paper. Those thoughts will never be final, but I need some kind of record of my ideas and intentions, however flawed. There is beauty in those flaws. There is beauty in how a work of art does and does not communicate. That is where the real magic happens.