There are periods in life when, almost without realizing it, we slowly move away from the things that make us feel most like ourselves. Not because we have stopped loving them, and not because the passion has disappeared, but simply because life takes over. Other endeavors require our attention, responsibilities accumulate, our energy moves in different directions, and suddenly the intimate connection we once had with our creative practice becomes quieter. Perhaps this distan

As an artist, I’ve come to understand that my work often reveals to me what I’m not always able, or willing, to put into words. Sometimes...