This stone, a the keeper of time, of memory, of rhythm and story.

A sense of contact—with beauty, with colour, with the body, and with something within that feels quietly ready to be met.

This place—the land, the sea, the sky, the mood—feels familiar, somehow…

As things become undone, other things come together

Out of the chaos, her creativity was protecting her, guiding her, and holding her close

All I want to do is make more visual books.

Notions of something else, hints from imagination, how impressions become a presence

When light and dark, fullness and emptiness, limbo and clarity converge...

How does it happen?

When that in-between feeling kept moving me along...

When Japanese words say it just so

Something was stirring, emerging from that in-between place

Openings, longing, and wholeness…

Where spirals ripple outward, overlap, and interact…

With everything seen, something underneath is there, too, already present and ready to emerge.

The contrasts are fascinating now, and how I’m responding equally so.

When I wanted to see only one thing, but saw only something else, and then I couldn’t see anything, until…

Pairing two seemingly dissimilar images together to show a similar relationship.

Maybe the vintage Lao fabrics were used to working with long time, slow time, enough time…

How colors appear, alter, emerge, transfer, and transmute…