I find that as I write/blog I don't really know at first what the message of a work is. I don't know what the meaning of a song or a movie upon seeing it or hearing it. But as I start to play with the images, words, and sounds by transcribing them on paper or a word document I feel like the ideas just begin to form and connect on their own. It reminds me of clay. Without really knowing what I will build or create I take the medium and play with it by squishing in between my fingers and rolling it around until my manipulation of it seems to create and discover something on its own. The not knowing what I will create is frustrating but the frustration is, I suppose, the hatchery of thought.

That's all I got.