I dunno. I used to be a manipulator of images. Some people call that photography. I grew tired of it. Mostly I grew tired of being asked if I shoot weddings or landscapes (answer: neither). Also, the precision with photoshop. Too exact, too absolute. I wanted to make mistakes, yet I had an addiction to the undo button. I sold my cameras, lenses, film, cancelled my Adobe subscription. Now what? Eggs. Literal eggs. I used to paint (on canvas; felt clarification was needed as I'm all over the place, here). Some of my earliest paintings were studies of eggs so I suppose I'm closing the circle. Eggs provide an opportunity for SO MANY mistakes. It's a religious experience, almost, blowing the yolk out of an eggshell, rendering it empty yet whole. The thrill of hand drilling micro-holes to string thread through. What, oh WHAT, if I crack the egg?!? (I often do.) Add paper to the mix. Rolling yarn out of the yellowing pages of old, discarded books.
Honestly, I have no idea where I'm going with all this. But I can assure you I don't miss photography one bit.