Two years ago Zach and I were passing through Portland and stopped into the craft museum. Ai Weiwei just happened to be exhibiting a small mound of his sunflower seeds. I had just started to catch images of them in various places and Ai Weiwei wasn't yet on everyone's minds. Of all the works the seeds fascinated me the most; hand-painted, porcelain, exquisite.

2012. I'm thinking about processes, 1,000 hours, and how the simple act of making is invigorating and yet sometimes one of the hardest things to get myself to do. I know I want to make art everyday for the next five years straight and just see what it does, how will it change my life? What will it bring? Where will it take me?