The latter side of fall is the most bittersweet time of the year. I’m welcoming a beginning and feeling a longing for what’s slipping away. There’s plenty of good things to go around, the pandemic feels like it’s becoming a distant memory, and I can see both my daughters grow every day. Time escapes me, flowing and seeping, here for a moment then suddenly evaporated. I close my eyes and let myself listen to hear it passing. I imagine a sliver that glistens seemingly so near, held in a static suspension behind my eyelids, yet when I reach out it retains a distance - like the midnight horizon - a mirage.
Selection of 2021 Commisions
What I’ve been listening to