I have always been in love with process. My childhood bedroom overflowed with bits and pieces of projects. Paper, glue, modeling clay, random chunks of packing foam and duct tape and wire. I kept my scraps, surrounding myself with the mess of making things, nesting my brain in all that creative energy. I do the same thing now, hoarding torn up sticky no…
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