There has been a small pause here over the past week or so.

Not an ending — just one of those quieter stretches where life asks for a little more care and attention, and words take longer to arrive. I’ve learned not to force those moments anymore. Some things need to be steadied before they can be shaped into language.

During this time, the work hasn’t stopped so much has softened: thinking, reading, noticing, returning to the slow rhythms that underpin everything I make. This blog has always been about depth rather than speed, and that includes how it’s written.

If you’ve found yourself in a similar place — catching your breath, recalibrating, taking things day by day — you’re not alone. Gentle continuity matters. Showing up imperfectly still counts.

Thank you, as always, for being here.