The Invisible Wall

There were moments when everything seemed to stop.
Days when nothing worked, when pieces began well and ended in silence, left on the table, incomplete.I looked at them and saw no progress — only pauses.
But I learned that invisible walls are not the end of the road.
They are places where you stop to look more closely, even if you don’t realize it at the time.In those pauses, frustration and silence worked together.
Without them, I would not have known how to change direction.The studio is full of such halts — and each of them was necessary.
Sometimes, progress is not measured by what you build, but by what you understand when you build nothing at all.And when the wall disappears, you see that it protected you — it did not block you.