We are the creators of our own journeys, authors of our own tales

In my little slice of home- a corner in my apartment- sits a provincial 200-year-old desk. This is where the magic happens. Paintings and office work flow from my fingertips as I feel grounded in the present. The sensory elements of the wood make it come alive, though it's not perfect. The unfinished timber legs are a gentle reminder that all stories are unfinished. We are the creators of our own journeys, authors of our own tales, painters of our own canvases.