It is the beginning of 2019. I finished Chapel in 2018, a project that took me two years to complete. I have found myself paralyzed in the studio. I am trying to wrap my head around a few possibilities to move my work forward. I find myself frozen with anxieties of incongruity. Will the next think I work on be something that must exist. All in all, nothing must exist so that should calm my restlessness. But when I think about the arc of my practice over time, will the thing I am doing fall in place accordingly?