The heart is simply where my work feels most at home. I don’t chase it; it keeps pulling me back.

 

Every time I try to move away, I find another layer inside it — another memory, another rhythm, another truth. It’s the one shape that keeps growing with me. I’ve accepted that this is my language, my terrain.

 

I may explore many things in my life, but the heart is the place I return to, again and again, because it’s the only form that keeps revealing who I am.