The ever richer perpetual stew of life (a musing on artistic process)

 I used to think about my process a bit like a factory, straight-lines, steps, procedures, tests... I think the way I think about it will continue to evolve, but after almost 2 years of reflection, I have come to think of it like a stew... 

Medieval inns inns would apparently feature something called a 'forever stew' - a bubbling pot from which bowls would be ladled, and into which new things would periodically be added. The pot would continuously topped up, and almost never be emptied. 

I think the artistic process is like this stew. Life throws things into the pot, trauma and challenge stir the liquid. Periodically something interesting will rise to the surface, to be ladled out, occasionally kept, usually thrown back. The miscellany of things continues to cook, infuse, mix, seek connections, growing ever richer, darker, more potent.