It often starts by holding an object over the substrate and letting it hover until the placement feels right.
This process reminds me of playing Ouija board with my sister when we were kids.
I used to wonder... was she secretly the one moving the planchette?
Or was it indeed some mysterious outside energy?
Not knowing was the fun part.
I have the same feeling now, except it’s only me and my found materials.
The moving force is pure emotion and the hidden message is the beauty of imperfection.