Through journaling and practing work from a variety of inspirational sources, my favorate (by far) are my blurry mish mashed memories from the ages of 3 to 4. The world was present, but still magical and very scary. Unkown things blended with other more familiar things without a full understanding of motives, sources, materials, trajectories etc.. a whirlwind of activity, textures and lights. For me, this took place in the midwest during the late 1970s.
