Materials behave how they want.
Learning to adapt—to change the design, not the vision—
became the only way forward.
Every repetition revealed something new—
a better crop, a cleaner pour, a steadier hand.
Repetition became devotion.
Wax cools slowly, print dries slower.
Waiting became part of design.
Rushing only broke what I built.
Rules created freedom; restraint became expression.
Structure was never limitation—
it was belief made visible.