I had a studio at my house basement. After work,
I would put the children to sleep
and then I could reach my studio.
The distance down the stairs to the studio from
the kitchen and the children’ s room is only a few yards,
but it was a daily struggle for resolution to persist
going up and down those stairs. It was a ceaseless
conflict between expectation and endless departure
Here, my stairs repeat descending and ascending
from known to unknown worlds.