In early 2020, I installed laser-cut paper mandalas—8 feet tall, filling two storefront windows. Watching light shift through the patterns was mesmerizing. Five years later, I’m reminded of the joy in making. It’s time to create again.

New York moves fast, but in the right moments, it slows. Walking the High Line, standing before a Chuck Close painting, reading Rick Rubin in a café—each a reminder: create, not for outcome, but as an offering. A way of saying, I was here.