Here comes the sun, 2017, Archival Digital Print

The most unexpected benefit of living in the country is not only the calm that comes with it, but the refinement of sensibilities as a secondary benefit of the quiet and the oscillations of the Earth. Food tastes better, wine deeper, and creativity more natural, less forced and more cohesive. Losing my loft on 36th Street seemed like the most devastating experience I had ever had. To be forced to leave the one place I had felt was home, to pack up my studio and be taken out of my work, a cruel turning. In retrospect, it was moving me onto a profoundly better path.

How could I have known? I could not. We develop a kind of radical trust (not my term, but a good one) as artists driven by a vision. We develop this either by DNA or life experience. We step forward into it and, in spite of the fear, the loss, the sadness,  know we will grow, develop, continue to make things and return our gifts.