When I’m in the persistent pull of a million tasks that claim ownership of my time, my creative practice is usually (unfortunately) the first thing on the chopping block. I’m recommitting to my weekly studio days—come hell or high water—and today, this is what I made. I’m working to get less precious about the final results, and to post more as I go. For a project a while back, I cyanotyped on pastel paper and loved the red and deep plum results. Revisited the concept today. Printed, scanned, AirDropped them to my phone, ran out the door. On the train, I opened an email from my favorite essayist/Substacker, Tamara @ Museguided, and this line made me take an audible deep breath—it felt fitting to share: “Control is what the anxious reach for when seduction feels too dangerous, too unwieldy, too likely to upend the fragile fiction of competence. But life doesn’t want your competence, it wants your contact. Your surrender. Your skin in the game. And there is nothing sexier, nothing more destabilizing and powerful than someone who trusts themselves enough to be undone.”