Why I make

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I am mostly curious (and truly baffled) about what I will make in my studio or what I will write on the page. I make stuff like poems and art because of a paradox; whatever I make will come to a logical conclusion in terms of my judgment and experience. Later, I will look at this piece and feel startled; the work will come to me as a surprise. I will feel puzzled. Who made this? What is it? Who did this? I’m never really sure how it happens, but by spending so much time making an object or a poem, I hope I can surprise myself and make something that feels both alive and unknown.