Cycles

This work doesn't unfold in a straight line.
It moves through thresholds —
moments of shift, of shedding,
almost like rites of passage.

Each cycle marks a change in how I relate to the world.
A different tension.
A new way of listening, of being seen and seeing.

I didn’t plan these chapters in advance.
They came into focus later,
like constellations drawn between scattered stars.
They don’t tell a story.
They offer one way of reading.
A spiral.
An approach,
a way of leaning into what hums beneath the surface of these images.

You can move through them chronologically,
or just follow whatever draws you in.
Each cycle carries its own light.
Together, they trace a shift:
from self to relation,
from skin to forest,
from shape to attention,
from will to welcome.