No. 3

I have a lot of work.

Not just ideas but finished pieces, half-finished ones, abandoned ones. Some I feel proud of. Some I do not fully understand. And some I think I just kept out of habit.

At the moment, a lot of them sit in the cellar. Protected, wrapped, waiting. I like to think of it as a holding space, though it is really just a cellar. The truth is, many of these pieces do not quite fit with what I am building with No Snow In May right now. The tone is different. The language of them does not speak the same way. And I suppose that is alright.

Not everything needs to be shown at once.

Still, I wonder what to do with them. Whether to wait for a live showing that feels right, or to build something else entirely. Somewhere these pieces can breathe without forcing them into the wrong setting. I sometimes wish there were someone to go through it all with me. A coach or a second pair of eyes. Someone who could say, this belongs here, this does not. This still has something to say, and this one might just be sentimental clutter.

What if there was an app like Tinder but for art? Just a simple swipe left or right. Not for likes or selling anything, just to help people figure out what they are drawn to. No pressure to explain it. Just a way to notice patterns in what you like, maybe even help shape how you make or choose art going forward.

For now, the work waits. I will keep building slowly and putting things out that belong together. And maybe, eventually, the rest will find where they belong too.

Song of my week:

Time in a Circle

by Próxima Parada