I think it’s in the quiet moments, where I keep adding little layers, like polishing a stone until every facet shines. I let each piece breathe, revisit it with fresh eyes, and trust that the small details will hold up better than any grand gesture. And, honestly, a bit of patience and the willingness to let the work grow slowly is what makes it endure.

I like that idea—slowly honing the details, then letting the final piece burst out with quiet power. It feels like a gentle build that finally explodes into a roar.

I hear you—steady hammering keeps the edges clean, and when the piece is finally finished, a little roar can make it unforgettable. But I still find that quiet moments of polishing can bring out the true depth before it explodes.