It is one of the last days of our time together, but it feels like there have been bonds made that will last. As we learn the simple task of making paper beads, we talk about our lives outside of the world of art and the conversation weaves the important subject of perspective into the space between screens. Twisting and tightening the spirals of paper into small spherical shapes, we unfold past and present experiences that influence how our art practice is progressing, flowing, and ebbing. The rhythm of each day makes itself know to us whether we feel like acknowledging it or not. The tasks that take us from our creative voyage both hinder and influence how we move forward. Jobs that must be done or projects that have to be finished, how do we reconcile all of our needs and obligations with the time that we need for our hearts to feel free? That space of friendship and art seems at times out of reach, but we feel it is never too far away. It is always lingering under the surface of each day, each hour, and each breath; like a dream in which our wildest imaginations are allowed to explore in what ever direction chosen. To see life through another person’s eyes even in this time of separation brings the gifts of meaning and connection to our doorstep and invites us to walk into the dream.