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As I set out to work, I often sit on the ground or the floor and surround myself with the natural materials with which I work, play. I order the materials in patterns that speak to me, I carve them in lines that go with the grain, or I draw them the length of a breath. Somehow a communication is established between the material and myself. When I am fortunate, I feel that the communication goes beyond the material, beyond me. I feel that I myself am a part of a pattern that speaks of a greater order. In turn, something in me changes, as does the work I do. The door has been opened a crack and a bit more light let in.
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