But when someone asks me about this project, I’m often hesitant at the get. Like a car that all of a sudden is at a cold start, trying to gain the inertia to be at normal pace. 

I’m somewhat over explanatory if not a bit defensive… no it’s not gardening like in an old lady way (bc I’m maybe afraid I’m actually at that stage, or in that bucket); not in a boho way (bc I think that’s overdone, nor is that my intention);  and nor is it fancy in the traditional, seen it in a every magazine way… then I start. I start to get excited. I just mention that it’s about ‘Dirte’ and the conversation changes. I don’t promise anything, not a degree in horticulture or a magic bullet to fix all things, but rather an honest perspective on sharing what 5 decades has taught me. (Dirte is meant to be curious and a bit cheeky, a twist in the expected meant to stoke intrigue. Dirte was created to be greater than. Greater than a literal understanding of the x we tread upon and hurry to wash off. Dirte is a redoing of what we think we know and often overlook.)

Now, I’m rolling. A sales pitch it is not, but an honest explanation of what I want to contribute. With little to no monetary expectation or achieving corporate dreams, it’s become less of the right answer but the honest one. Don’t be fooled, I have no magic fund —- this is all self-funded, a year investment in a gut feeling and risk, using my own earned  money and suppressed creativity. 

Weirdly, it’s freeing —- despite a usual expectation to gain approval, I find myself crafting my response in a way that’s connects, is understandable and x. No shields no guard, but also no martyrdom. I speak from a place that is mine, that seeks no validation but only the curiosity it aims to stoke.