On early manuscripts, materials, and the daily practice of a studio at it for fifteen years.

In 1973, excavators at Mawangdui opened a tomb that had been sealed for roughly two thousand years. Among the contents were two copies of a text we thought we knew, written on silk.

Wu wei is usually translated as non-action, which makes it sound like advice to do nothing. That reading is comfortable and wrong.

Cinnabar is mercury sulfide. That sentence is the beginning of every honest conversation about it, and the reason we do not sell cinnabar to be worn against the skin.

Two pots can look identical and behave completely differently over a decade. The difference is the clay and the finish.

Before mechanical clocks, a stick of incense was a unit of time. Not metaphorically — incense clocks with measured trails were used to time examinations, meditation periods and night watches.

The obstacle is not time. Fifteen minutes is available to almost anyone. The obstacle is that hand-writing has no output — nothing to show, nothing to send, nothing to justify.