I have tried for some time now not to make work, not even think about it. It was so easy for me to give up on it, going cold turkey and admitting to myself that I am not an artist and that I never was. But for the past few days my mind has been at unrest and my hands are unsettled. I have once again started to cut out magazines just as I use to. It seems to be my comfort zone, my go to reflex; cutting, assembling, pasting down collages. They make no sense to me and I am at a total loss as to why I keep doing something that has no potential, yet I have to believe that it means something. It has to, because these voices in my head and these feelings in my gut are far too loud and far too strong to ignore. I have to do this is if only to make them stop. You can’t force yourself to work all the time, but sometimes your work forces you to let it out !