A Message Woven Through the Layers

There wasn’t a single moment of revelation.

No lightning bolt. No sky-splitting “aha.” Just a slow, quiet unfolding—a soft rhythm of noticing, creating, retreating, returning.

I used to think my path had to make sense in hindsight. That all the creative experiments, the shifting seasons of my life, the pauses and pivots, would eventually lead to a singular destination. A place where I could say, “Here I am. This is what I do. This is who I am.”

But the truth? That place never quite arrived.