Margins

Rows of shelves, a single book, steps

In a sequence

One thousand dancers synchronized.

A heart hand-carved from a tree trunk still wet.

Layers of paint.

How do these things get made?

Invent, iterate, destroy, repeat.

Who are we when we create?

How are we when we don't?

Push-pull navigation, babies, husbands, wives, money, safety -

We work in the margins.

The margins are the blank space between doctors' appointments and

trips to IGA.

Find your margins.

They will be solely yours.

Stay close to them, and learn their repetitions.

Soon you will carve into each day.

Great work cannot be rushed but

Margins help.

Christine de Michele