Tales of a Tattler

  Love takes many forms, lingers in many places, and does not always belong where we wish it would. And yet, in letting it move as it must, we find our way back to ourselves. We spend so much time reaching outward, only to realize that love, in all its forms, quietly leads us inward.

  Colours do not know they are auspicious. Flowers do not know they are sacred. Such distinctions belong not to nature, but to the stories people tell about it. And stories, unlike the things they adorn, are forever changing.    The Water Lily - Part I  is one such story of a meaning transformed by the passage of time.

  There are moments when the world feels slightly unsteady, as if something just beyond sight is pressing and pulling at its edges.    A Falling Petal is an ekphrastic engagement with Edvard Munch’s The Scream, resting in that suspended tension between calm and rupture.

 The world is full of small acts of disappearance. Leaves loosen from branches, voices fade from rooms, familiar places change beyond recognition. Yet loss rarely arrives empty-handed; often, it leaves behind a different way of seeing.