Why do it?
The older I get, the more mysterious that seems. When I’m really working well, the work has no meaning. I want to get in touch with something more mindless. Intuitive.
Things are formless, hard to grasp. Like an ocean. Like the sky. I never thought to call my work a pleasure. I just felt the compulsion to do it. The making is not just busy work. The making and the thinking bypass the brain yet still leave signs of intelligence.
Vija ‘s Celmin’s interview in Border Crossing #87 much shortened and paraphrased.
