the past is closed

the paintings and sculptures behind me no longer feel mine. they belong to a time of effort with no return, years of struggle against something that never opened. i see it now only as process, something that had to endure, but it’s done.

the past is closed. i don’t need to go back there. everything that failed, every major collapse, both professional and mental, has taught me what i need to know.

to begin again, i have to transform old methods, habits, and expectations. all the ways that kept me stuck. it isn’t loss; it’s space for the new.

emptiness is where things start. i need that now.

there is no plan, no pressure to prove anything. only to honour the creative space with honesty and authenticity.

the art begins again, with a full embrace.