I’ve got a soft spot for the unfinished.

For things that grow sideways.
For cracks, strange little creatures, and feelings without a proper name.
For the moment a line becomes a mark, a stranger becomes a witness, or a mess becomes something worth keeping.

I move between skin, matter, movement, and emotion, following the small threads that connect us to ourselves and to each other.

Sometimes I make things.
Sometimes I make space.
Sometimes I get out of the way and see what wants to happen.