The First Coherent Form

I looked at it for a long time without touching it.
It wasn’t perfect — I knew that at a glance.
And yet… it made sense.For the first time, I could see in a piece the outcome of everything I had tried before.
It was no longer just a random shape.
The proportions held together, the texture had found its balance, and the imperfections seemed to belong to the story.I felt a calm I had never known in the studio.
It wasn’t the final victory, but the confirmation that I was beginning to speak this new language without thinking of every word.It was a complete sentence.
A simple sentence — yet full of meaning.
And I realized the path was no longer just about searching.
It had already become creation.