I’ve been thinking about process, and fleeting moments lately. When I’m making a piece of art, it’s usually because I have an idea for something fairly specific, but it never stays that way. The work evolves while I’m making it. I feel like my subconscious is weaving in thoughts and feelings that I’m not even aware of. These small thoughts and ideas that spring to mind throughout the day that I jot down. I think my work is hugely instinctive, if I am working and I have sudden new idea on how to do something, or to add or change something; I do it. Even if the thought only makes sense for a short period of time. Spontaneity is a risk. Sometimes it won’t work out the first time, or at all; but I keep trusting my instincts with each work I make because it is authentic. My work is me, it’s an expression of parts of me that I can’t coalesce in any other way, if I edit those thoughts and feelings then my work loses something. I think there is a beauty to working in this manner. Those fleeting thoughts and ideas only exist for a moment, but if I embrace them, I am capturing it forever. Something that would have only existed for a split second is suddenly alive and able to grow. Instinct in art is pure honesty. My best work will always be honest.