I’ve come to believe in the river, where we are most aligned with its flow. Responding to each turn and turbulence with a measure of calm. It requires space for attention. It requires listening.
This selection of works is the result of listening. Of guided intuition. The works have differing origins. For some, it began with first light skipping across the snow. Or it was pangs of distant connection, or the immediacy of a bond. Others evade my certainty. They all shift and defy their inception. To define their relationship would limit their potential, and the moment is wildly full of potential. Stand in the water, in the snow. Just listen.