On What Is Not Seen

There is a part of the process that resists narration.

It is not inspiration.
It is not decision.
It is not doubt.

It is a prior state.

Before the drawing, before the pattern, before the cut, there is a silent tension between body and idea. A disciplined waiting. Nothing appears to happen, yet everything is being prepared.

Working in black requires this.
It allows neither improvisation nor excess. Black does not forgive gratuitous gestures. Every line is exposed, every error carries weight.

This is why the process is not made visible.
Not because it is hidden, but because it is not spectacle.

There are decisions that cannot be justified without being betrayed.
There are forms that only make sense once they exist.

The Journal does not show the process.
It gathers its pressure.

This is what remains when there is nothing left to explain.