Poiesis: Revealing the world by creating it. Making sense by making things, whether a poem or a theory, an object or an action.

In the fleeting euphoria that still comes with making something of your own, there remains some trace, some collective subconscious memory, of what art once was. That sensation is a remnant of a distant epoch when we understood that we weave our souls into being and bind them to the stars through an almost supernatural act of bringing into the world something that until that moment had never existed.