In an attempt to string my thoughts like beadwork, I fall short and lose sight of the larger design. on occasion the focus is misdirected and I'm tricked by my subconscious slight of hand. My being begins to fray at the end of each thought. Perhaps it is in my nature to pull myself apart until I am a single thread dancing loosely in the wind. The image begins to reappear as it all comes full circle. How fitting that my depiction of the design should begin and end with a single thread. I begin my work again, now with a bit more momentum and I can see it begin to come together and just as I feel I am about to come to completion, I notice an empty space in the image. I could continue to move forward but I've been here before and know all too well the detriment of a loose thread so I back track and repair any errors that may have happened. The end is in sight yet I don't feel the thrill of accomplishment but there is something else, a yearning of a continuation. There is contentment that sits in the act of creation and In that single moment, the horizon dissolves and I am liberated by the limitless laid out before me.