In the studio this week, time has slowed to a shimmer. I've been deep in the rhythm of a new series of mixed media pieces, each one anchored by hundreds of tiny brass dots, like constellations laid gently across paper. These dots—formed from alcohol ink and intention, catch the light in quiet ways, whispering metallics and mystery.
It's meticulous work, yes. But it's also meditative. There's something soothing about the repetition, the placing of one mark after another, letting intuition guide the shape of things. I lose hours like this, with music low and the sky shifting beyond the windows, remembering how good it feels to be led by process rather than outcome.



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