Desire: I want. Thirst: I need.

I glance left, right, then briefly over my shoulder. I am alone. A wilderness stretches out in front of me as far as the eye can see. I could step out and pass the road's end, or return to my car and travel back to the suburbs. I look ahead towards the endless unknown. I choose between safety or discovery.

When it comes to making, I find it helpful to separate those things I want from those I need.

The Craft of Art