Art making is a form of radical self-care in a world that emphasizes speed, at the expense of connection. Slowing down to observe a bouquet of fading flowers, carefully sketching their arching stems and curling leaves, is a practice of meditation. Engraving this image into wood or paper, building up layers of pencil marks and strokes of paint is a chance to experience, inhabit, and reflect on a work in progress. There is a tension between the spontaneous and intuitive markings of a sketch and the patient construction of a final image, layer by layer. But throughout these processes, the combination of improvisation and iterative play allow one to recover a sense of childlike joy, wonder, and curiosity, practices so necessary to rediscovering the true connections that bind us to one another and the natural world, and knowing our true selves.