We often talk about having the luxury of more time. With more time, we could do more things, we tell ourselves. But without time constraints, it becomes more difficult to prioritise; to know when enough is enough. Sometimes, having no time is exactly what we need to help us make progress, to finish something, to move on to what comes next.
What can I learn from how brewers help or hinder the flavour profile of rice when they’re making sake?
If I’ve only noticed the sunrise a handful of times out of tens of thousands of daily opportunities. What else have I missed?
If we never know when the world will offer us a new idea, how can we best prepare for the moment when it inevitably comes?
If you feel like dancing, you probably wouldn’t book last minute tickets to a Chopin concert. So what’s bad music? And can bad books exist?
What changes in an art practice when the sharing of the work one makes becomes secondary to making the work in the first place?
