Image by: Noah Elliott Morrison For me, the distance between work and life is greater than it is for most. Many people work a job, and at the end of the day they are inserted back into their life. They go to sleep, wake up, return to work, and the cycle continues with a consistency that I have yet to acquire as an artist. Yes, I view my art and my life practices as whole and deeply connected. But that isn't the whole picture. Work and life are also separate. This became increasingly apparent...

So, I’m driving. Not like, as I type this, but I’m in Indianapolis, spending the night before finally arriving in Detroit by way of Los Angeles. This car, prior to my ownership, had never left the state of California. Well, that’s my uneducated assumption. The original owner lived in Santa Barbara, and the car came with full records: locally purchased, meticulously maintained, and driven 11,500 miles over the owner’s 20-year tenure. I’ll hit 17,000 miles when I arrive in Detroit, with over...

Life takes shape in ways that are often different from how I plan. It’s challenging, especially because I spend a lot of mental energy developing those plans, working toward them, only to experience outcomes I wasn’t expecting, or things not materializing at all. I make plans because I want to make progress in my life. At the same time, I have to learn to cope with change and with the world moving in ways I can’t expect or anticipate. Both things seem necessary and true. Like making my bed....