My first attempt at creating anything is often the most honest and revealing. It is an unrefined exploration, a raw transfer of an idea from my mind into a tangible form. There is a unique energy in that initial effort, unburdened by the expectations of perfection or the constraints of overthinking. It is a process of discovery, where I learn not only about the craft itself but also about my own instincts and inclinations. The first try is a foundational step, a necessary and valuable mess from which all future improvements are built.
The act of making is compelling because it is an active engagement with possibility. I enjoy the process of bringing something new into existence, of solving the puzzles that arise when an idea meets reality. There is a deep satisfaction in the focus required, where time seems to dissolve and all that remains is the flow of the work. Finishing a project provides a tangible sense of accomplishment, a quiet pride in having persevered through challenges to create something that did not exist before. It is a fundamental human impulse to shape our world, and making is my personal expression of that drive.