A Moment in Time I Don’t Take Lightly

A Moment in time

I feel incredibly privileged and lucky to have the time, the health, and the financial stability that allow me to look inward, find the art in my soul, and let it breathe.

I don’t say that casually. Time, health, and stability are not givens. They are fragile, unevenly distributed, and easily lost. To have all three at once is not something I assume. It’s something I notice. It’s something I hold carefully.

Because of that, this moment carries responsibility.

I’m not making work to chase relevance or attention. I’m not trying to explain myself into existence. I’m listening for what asks to be made when the noise settles. Some days that arrives as music. Some days as an image. Sometimes it arrives as nothing at all — just the awareness that silence, too, is part of the work.

Lately, I’ve been moved by watching others step forward with their stories. Strangers, carrying years of living into a few vulnerable minutes. Their courage opens something in me. Not envy. Not comparison. Recognition. We respond because we see ourselves reflected back — our losses, our persistence, our unfinished hopes.

That exchange matters.

Art isn’t separate from life. It’s how life speaks when words fall short. It’s how one person’s honesty becomes another person’s permission. When we allow ourselves to feel a stranger’s truth, distance collapses. We remember what connects us.

So today, I’m choosing not to rush. Not to force meaning or conclusions. I’m letting the work arrive at its own pace. Letting the art breathe also means letting myself breathe — staying present with gratitude, with memory, with whatever this moment offers.

This is a moment in time I don’t take lightly. And for now, that awareness is enough.