I wrestled for days with this piece with no idea of where it was going. On several occasions I felt done with it, ready to toss it in the bin and let something easier to understand and develop and control replace it.
But it remained.
And I continued to listen and work with it.
I’m having a hard time expressing what its intentions were or what it means right now.
I only know that after days of working and reworking, it eventually reached a point that somehow reflected its truth —
What it is.
What it is not.
That I cannot explain it, perhaps —
Says it all.