Project Statement

This IS the journey.
Mine. Yours.
My mother’s… and hers.
My daughter’s.

It often feels late in life to find myself - here… now - at this beginning.
Again.
And yet - I AM.

A tiny piece of this infinite universal circle. An ever-evolving story.
A question.
Light and air… and wind blowing.
Secrets and dreams.
Wishes.

Forever seeking that strength within.

This is a reflection of where
I AM.

A moment’s pause.
A single breath.
A nod to life’s strange way of laughing.

The circles have no beginnings.
No ends.
They sit silent. Soft and strong. Unbreakable.

They carry all that’s unsaid...
all that’s passed on.

My mother was an artist.
This was her art.
This was her song.

I’ve taken… re-imagined…
and made it mine.

Within these circles - I hear her voice…
…I see her reflection.
I see my own.

This IS the journey.