As I Make I Make Mistakes
Whatever I make, whenever I make, I make mistakes. To reach a point when I sense an artwork is complete I have to be open to the possibility that my judgement is flawed.
The nature of making well is to be open about being wrong.
When I am faced with the irreparable, alone or with others, my only path to freedom, to building something new, is to forgive what I or others have done.
