Before I forget Stories

(October 2017) When I first began working with Nicole Stott on The Space Suit Art Project , I felt as if the universe had handed me a sacred assignment. Nicole had given me four art boxes to take to children’s hospitals — each one a small vessel of color, hope, and cosmic imagination. At that time, my connections were mostly with schools, not hospitals. But I knew this mission was different — delicate, purposeful, and deeply human. I wanted to choose each location with intent

I find it funny — and fascinating — how ideas come to me. Sometimes they wake me up in the middle of the night, before dawn, like an alarm before an important trip. This time, I woke up thinking about Schopenhauer and the will. How could the thoughts of a philosopher I studied so long ago still echo inside me — strong enough to pull me out of a dream? Before I fell back asleep, deep thoughts began to unfold.I started to reflect on my own driving force — my will. I realized th

Art has always been more than expression to me — it is my path. Through creation, I connect to the deepest parts of myself — the ones that live beneath words and form. When I create, I cross the threshold between the visible and the invisible. It is there, in that quiet inner space, that I find my spiritual relief, my release, my communion. I used to think that art was something I did , but now I understand that art is the way I pray.  It is how I listen to life. Every painti

When the words began to pour out of me, I didn’t understand what was happening. There was an urgency I couldn’t contain — as if I were late for something sacred. My fingers could not type fast enough to capture the visions flashing through my mind: memories, emotions, conversations, moments I thought I had long forgotten. I called the collection “Before I Forget.”  At the time, it felt like a poetic impulse — a race against memory. But now I see how prophetic it was. Just a f