One of the glories and terrors of working in public is that you do see if your output means anything to anyone.
A little knowledge can go a long way.
All things are delicately interconnected.
At times your unconsciousness is truer than your conscious mind
I think of a piece, and then people who are competent fabricate it. But lately I've started finger painting, which probably should be a joke but isn't!
I was hesitant to approach people. I'm socially awkward. But I was working on a number of memorials, and finally it dawned on me: These are memorials to people who wrote, so I should use their writing. That's how I started to quit.