“It’s just energy,” she sometimes says when I’m feeling something especially intimidating.
During one recent session, she commented that the energy had a sound.
“Nobody wants to hear that,” I said. But I did. I wanted to hear it. Later that week, I drove to the edge of a big parking lot and I sat in my car and screamed.
As the sound came out of me, I felt a crackling sensation rising up through the muscles on either side of my spine like sparks.
Later, driving home, I pictured seed pods bursting open. I thought of a bag of jingle bells that I had bought years ago to put in hats, and imagined prying them open and attaching them to the sculpture I’ve been working on.
Just like this: