The swollen wave that never breaks
I'm taking a painting class at Seattle Central that begins tonight. I'm looking forward to being back on a college campus and to being in the classroom as a student. I'm looking forward to developing new questions. I don't know what I'm going to learn or where it will lead, but I know I will learn and that it will lead somewhere new. In grad school, what led were concepts. Take a class, read papers, learn new concepts, develop new conceptual (or design) questions. I long ago tired of concept-only questions, but I am very new at non-conceptual question, questions that are not verbal, not written in prose, not about words. I feel I don't really have questions... I make things, the things reveal new possibilities to me, and I try new things, experiment, from there. The whole unfolds itself in this way. It is like being the crest of the wave, the result of all energy built up to this point, but never breaking. On the brink, but never release.