life purpose

The Gesture of the Hand

The mind and the hand are frenemies

My earliest memory of making something was some time before I was three years old.  My parents divorced when I was three and I moved from that house, so I was definitely three or younger.  I remember sitting on the kitchen counter, somewhere between concentration and curiosity, wrapping a ball of tissue with transparent tape.  

 

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How Nature Inspires My Life

Something has been growing in me these last few months.  It’s the urge to be in nature, especially old growth forests and moving water.  This is an unexpected and new feeling considering I’ve never been the super outdoorsy type.  Although I grew up in Santa Cruz County, a town known for it’s old redwood forests and outdoor sports, I preferred relaxing at the mall.  

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