Time

 


Featured image: Blackbird

Historical time is a tangible thread woven through the fabric of my creative conceptual art objects and forms. This thread pulses with the rhythm of life, marking moments that ripple into memory, imagination, and legacy. Every brushstroke and every sculpted form becomes a heartbeat—a vibrant echo of the past, a resonant pulse of the present, and an anticipatory cadence for futures yet untold. Recording visual histories serves not merely as documentation but as celebration: a woven tapestry where forgotten narratives are revived, reimagined, and propelled forward to inspire and transform into a new dialogue. Through this dynamic interplay, time transcends its linear confines, becoming a multidimensional canvas for stories longing to be heard, seen, and felt anew.

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.

When I create the threads—the tangible threads that weave the creative expressions of my life’s journey—they all share one commonality: my search for freedom. Just as I think I have understood this complex word, its meaning shifts and moves on. So how do I understand freedom? How have I experienced it? What does freedom truly mean?

As I approach this concept from my own perspective, my hope is that when the viewer reflects on my vision, they will also reflect on their own and ask themselves the same question I asked myself.

For me, freedom is respecting the moral autonomy of each unique person—seeing every individual as the rightful owner of their own life, free to make important decisions for themselves. Each person is free to think and to speak as they choose. Of course, this is a simplified way to frame freedom, but whenever I think of it, I imagine a bird in flight. When I see a bird soaring with the wind and watch sunlight dance across its wings, I see freedom. There is a creative energy there that is untethered.

Freedom is not restrained, nor is it subject to the arbitrary will of others. Instead, it allows the bird to follow the wind wherever it leads.


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