Episodes

Feeling sadly poetic today. The snow is falling despite the bright sky. They fall through the cracks of cloud, falling with the glimpses of sunlight. I was thinking about my practise and how I always notice the cracks on the road, peeled wall surfaces. There are so many of them scattered around the world, it can barely be called art for how common they are. Yet somehow there is a beauty in it that I can never take my gaze away. They say that the world is supposed to be this k

I don’t know about you, but repairing and rearranging things at home is almost a meditation for me. There is some sort of peace in the repetition of living the same space. Unimportant details that provide joy in small doses, for many years to come. I remember that day, perhaps an afternoon, when there is nothing better to be done. I am looking at this huge brown frame in my living room. This brown frame had existed as long as the apartment. When I first moved in, I wanted a h