Facing The Blank Page

Writing

For years, I have experimented with many ways of recording my thoughts, filling pages with handwritten notes, fragments of quotes, and pieces of knowledge that moved me. At first, they lived on post-its, then on loose sheets of paper, and eventually in the bound notebooks that now line my shelves. This archive had no purpose beyond assembling my personal curiosities and observations about the world around me.

As I pursue my creative practice, I feel compelled to return to these notes, and to share them. I don’t know exactly where this exercise will lead, other than the simple act of offering them outward.

My interests are as eclectic as my practice. There will be no linear order here. Yet I trust that, over time, threads will emerge, patterns revealing the themes that quietly capture my imagination. There’s no specific timeframe either; words will flow as time and space allow.

To whoever finds their way to these words: thank you for the privilege of your attention.