Making, thinking...thinking about about making

I used to make stuff.

At first it was painting and drawings, then it was sculptures and spaces, closely followed by cameras, record decks and musical installations.

Not long after that it was, social interventions, protagonist objects and films. All the while of course i thought about what and why i was making what i did. Now i find myself spending more time thinking than anything else.

I miss thinking with my hands. The decision that get made without cerebral interventions. When it feels like the realisation of an idea is as obvious as breathing.

And yet something draws me to a profession/environment that requires/rewards thinking. Finding a balance will be my challenge.