Behind the Scenes

Ten years of DIYvinci taught Jen that creativity has no single right process. Read ten reflections on detours, access, unfinished work, and finding another way in.

At some point, I stopped recognizing myself. The things that used to make me feel alive had become a blurry memory. Getting excited by an idea. Disappearing into a story. Making something just to see what it might become. I remembered feeling that way, but I could no longer remember how to get there. The rest of me kept going. Work, expectations, the ordinary grind of being an adult. Most days, though, I felt like I was moving through the motions of a life that used to belong