I enter my studio, pick up the bits and pieces, join them in the corner and they fit well, or not well. My inner motor calculates on its own and imagines solutions, like in a rapid movie where the bits fly to and fro very quickly until they smack together in a satisfactory way. That’s how it works, but sometimes not.
I like the thrill of observing the elements on the limit of disequilibrio, the suspense just before collapse, where a fragile stability still holds the structures together.
