Almost a week has passed since the return from Switzerland, and already the visit seems twenty years behind me. I have not yet unpacked the drawings from their airplane home; the box looks like it fell off a baggage cart and was run over on the tarmac by numerous vehicles. Perhaps tomorrow I will find the time to release them from their rolled up misery.

The drawings are not what is important regarding my residency in Trelex, but instead the practice of making them. The wishes that came home with me have a great deal to do with the maintenance of making, and the recovery of purpose.

If my work is about keeping, then it is also about the effort of keeping making.

Restlessness can be a tangible anger.
I would choose to throw myself down mountains, over many other options, to keep that animal quiet.