I'm in the process of breaking down the two collections I released last fall.
I think I can make the pieces better, you see. More ... me.
Thing is, in order to make them better, I have to cut the original pieces up. Pieces that gave me joy as I made them. Pieces that still give me joy as I look at them. It's risky, you know: giving up a thing that already is for an idea you can't shake - an idea that may or may not turn out the way you're picturing.
Still, I have to try.
So last night, I started cutting.
Today, I've been pasting.
New pieces are emerging - more or less as I've been imagining them.
Anyway, as I've been putting these pieces together in new ways, I've been thinking about how very like life this process is - the cutting down and the rearranging and the rebuilding. How deeply resilient we must be - how courageous - to keep going and growing even when it means uncertainty and drastic change, and how optimistic to believe it's going to lead us somewhere better.
What else can we do?