In Flux

In the utilitarian workshop, a rugged workbench’s paint spatters and burn marks reveals it has been used for its purpose. A dingy hammer duct taped to its handle exposes an intimacy with its user.  The hammer is known.  There is warmth to a workshop with bolts and screws littered atop multiple surfaces. It feels genuine, it feels alive, and there is evidence that something is being worked on. All these aspects I feel apply to humans: flaws that illuminate a genuine individual, imperfections which show a life lived, and missteps that we moving forward from in an attempt to grow.