In some sense, I have produced utterly nothing material, but I have come to a state of mind where I'm constantly thinking up parts of the perfect whole of my possible artistry. You could call it peace of mind, but that's not exactly right, because there is no peace. There is contant utter attainment of satisfaction and pleasure found in these ideas/ideals.

Anyways, I will make some material thing some day, but it will be in the form of a collection of things I did not make but found and put together or it will be simple acts of transduction in the moment. Sure, they may be something to be said for exercise, but that's what I'm doing anyway. Having a hawk eye doesn't come easy.