We begin in the body, learning through punches, through bruises, through fear… until the eyes begin to open. We come to understand that discomfort holds lessons, and pain becomes passage.

Once on the path, we realize the body and spirit are never separate. We burn and break, like stars, in order to shine… a brief, brilliant expression of the same endless matter, unfolding in a constant now that never arrives because it never leaves.

Forget later. The past keeps its distance. All we have is right now.

And along this endless now, we leave traces… we write on walls. Not for permanence, but for presence: I am here. I feel something. I see something beautiful.

This work lives in that exchange… Elsewhere, Alive.