But because truly being here means so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all. Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too, just once, And never again. But to have been this once, completely even if only once: to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.
Rainer Maria Rilke – Ninth Elegy
I hope this can be a place to share some ideas, inquiries, and generally be an archive for exploration of the endless conversation of art-making.