This was the stretch of the journey where I found myself totally in the unknown. I started pulling up color swatches, tearing paper, trying to find something that felt true. I was deep in it — energized, but disoriented. Like I was speaking a visual language I didn’t yet understand. There was a sense of searching without a map, and still… I kept going. I couldn't find what was wrong, I couldn't find what was right. Painting over leaf, leafing over paint. So much leaf. So many directions. The voice notes get to the heart of it. Stay tuned for those.
