Trepidation hovers over my art-making, until it doesn’t. Then it is supplanted by a quickening of concept and immersive execution, which I cannot claim to fully control. I like this. Occasionally this strange yet familiar process ends with an artifact that, to me, also seems worthwhile. Other people sometimes feel the same way, but not always. When they do, it may be because they’ve turned it up-side down. Which way is up, anyway?