Bali’s Sacred Monkey Forest is where nature gets up close—sometimes literally. One curious monkey jumped on my back, sniffing out my gum and trying to unzip my pack. No luck for him! You don’t just visit the wild here—you become part of it.
I once dreamed of the Venice Biennale from the pages of art journals in college. In 2024, I finally wandered its halls, losing myself in bold exhibits and Venice’s winding streets. Art, history, and magic collide here—I’m already dreaming o
Three weeks in Mexico City, and it still wasn’t enough. Roma’s mix of old and new, vibrant art, Teotihuacán’s pyramids, and rich history left a lasting mark. Cool nights, endless museums—Mexico City isn’t just a place, it’s an experience.
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.
