The woods are dark, and all manner of beasts dwell therein.
There have been a great many developments in my life away from the paperknife. I was tempted to call it my "non-art life", but that would be dishonest. Its inevitable that every change of any real weight in my personal life make an impression on my art, informing the strangeness that comes slinking out of my brain.
Typically, these inspirations are subconscious, subtle, surreptitious, sneaky. I might see them out of the corner of my eye while working, but they are easily dismissed. It's often not until weeks, months, maybe years after the work is complete that I begin to connect the dots that my hand has already drawn. Heck, sometimes it takes a friend to point them out to me.
This odd manufacture, this quirky industry spoke quite loudly.
Not clearly, mind you. No, these inspirations, whether they whisper or shout, are always irritatingly nebulous. But even while I was drawing and cutting - times when my brain is typically happily wandering far away - I couldn't help but wonder if I was drawing the things which were transforming my life into something new.
Speaking of irritating vagueness, all of these allusions to Major Life Changes™ are probably exactly that to you. I apologize. I'm just never sure how personal I feel comfy getting here.