25/12/2025
In 2025, I allowed myself an artistic pause—a year-long hiatus from creating, not out of loss, but out of listening. It became a season of self-discovery, where I finally gave myself permission to rest from producing and simply be. I traveled to places I had postponed for the past five years, letting movement, new landscapes, and unfamiliar rhythms refill parts of me that had quietly emptied. I chose presence over pressure, spending unhurried time with friends and family, reconnecting with stories, laughter, and moments that don’t ask to be documented or transformed into art.
And yet, I missed my art—the quiet satisfaction it gives me, the way it grounds and reveals parts of myself words cannot. This year taught me that I don’t have to choose between creation and living; I want to honor both. To fulfill what I love while allowing life to remain spontaneous, fluid, and beautifully unpredictable. With this clarity, I step forward hopeful and renewed—excited for 2026 and all the art and life waiting to meet each other again.
