After Kickstarter, Proto-phase:
My hope is that this blog will serve as a behind the scenes look at this weird, wonderful, challenging project we've landed in - where over a thousand people we have never met have each entrusted us with over a thousand dollars (average) to build and deliver a new type of art for them to live with in their homes. I will chronicle my thoughts, feelings, and impressions along the way (and not focus on practical details, which I will continue to do in my on-going updates to our Kickstarter site).
Since our wildly successful Kickstarter campaign ended a little over two months ago, thoughts and emotions have flooded in. At first, as you might expect, they were mostly the excitedly-planning / elation type. But over the past couple weeks, not so much. I feel engulfed by an avalanche of “details”, and am just beginning to realize: each is just a decision. One that will be magnified a thousand times... and may take considerable time before we know if we've goofed (or maybe just had bad luck)... <gulp>.
Actually, on many different fronts, things are progressing well. And today marks the last day of our 2-month “proto-phase” - the period Micah and I agreed to use for doing our final testing of prototype tweaks, and then to locking in design and fabrication strategies. I can't speak for Micah, but I think we both appreciate that every one of our choices carries a certain amount of uncertainty, and we both know we are unlikely to get all of them right the first time through. Despite this really great, logical argument of why I should be continuously in a swamp of anxiety, I'm not. We're not. Though Micah is far less verbal then I in sharing his feelings about uncertainties and their potential consequences (boy will he vouch for this!) - I know when he's concerned about something. And I have seen (and heard) him concerned, on occasion, over these past two months. Usually over different subjects, but Bev too.
But however each of us processes the scale + uncertainty factor, we are all incredibly stoked to be allowed this privilege. A lot of these months spent working in the Sisyphus Industries (SI) space, I have thought (and told Micah) that I feel like I'm a kid at summer camp. He of course didn't respond other than a muffled laugh. But I can tell, he likes it there too.
(written Dec. 31, 2016)