In 2020 I went to war with a painfully beautiful finger crack called Stingray. Nearly 3 years later, I still think about Stingray often, because it remains the deepest I've ever had to dig to send a project. That route forever changed me, not just in the shape of one of my fingers, but in my understanding of what's possible. It brought me to the edge of everything I thought I was, and then pushed me into a fire that forged me into something more. It showed me that there were things inside me that I had only ever dreamt of being, but it came at the cost of intense vulnerability every step of the way. The idea of plunging that far down the rabbit hole of passionate obsession again scares me, yet simultaneously begs me to consider that I might be able to dig even deeper, and makes me wonder just what I'll find if I do. These are the kinds of things that make me want to project really hard cracks I guess... The uncut version of this video is on my YouTube