Introverted Search

There were days when the studio was mine alone.I felt no need to show anything to anyone.
No critical looks, no questions, no approvals.
Just me, the algorithms, and the clay.It was a silence that did not ask to be filled.
On those days, the search was less about understanding technology and more about understanding myself.Every sketch, every imperfect layer, every piece abandoned on the table had a purpose.
Some were technical repetitions, others, exercises in patience.
I was learning not to rush toward a result just to display it.I understood that truly valuable things need space and silence in order to take form.
And that not all processes must be shared in real time.
Some must be left to breathe.