I was working with a student yesterday and the word “play” came up as I suggested some homework for her. She said she felt like she was wasting time just “playing.” I said play is so important; it’s where we learn so much. If I always have a clock hanging over my head that I’m checking constantly and then looking at my work, measuring…. progress? achievement? is it art yet?, then I will never fall into that work zone/dream time/ disconnect from the outside that makes for the spot where sparks fly and subconscious surprises show up. This sketch is on my studio wall, torn from a sketchbook where I was doodling and playing. A moment that feeds many future moments is here.