My relationships are reinforced by reiteration. I know that in nature or art, completion, finality is a myth. The growth that each piece goes through involves potential at every step of the way, but it is a potential that functions strictly at the dictate of the work itself. Every form is weighted for it's part in the whole. One thinks almost continuously.
Theory has very little to do with the actual making process.
Thinking and making are inseparable. But nothing is certain. I don't know where habit-reflex begins or ends, where thinking takes over, or memory interjects. One's acculturation is deep and pervasive, hard understanding, is for me, impossible.