The garden table holds notes, sketches, and pauses. Not separate from the studio, it carries its own quiet role in the process.

In the studio, the pace slows as plaster dries more slowly. Each layer asks for patience, for space to breathe and settle. Waiting becomes part of the rhythm, a quiet act of trust between artist and material. Light shifts, surfaces change, and the work evolves in its own time.

A reflective piece on how a short trip to Queenstown changed my creative pace and inspired a new artwork by revealing the beauty in small details.

In First Steps, a group show for emerging artists, I exhibited two textured artworks, Tessera and Pieces. Placed together, they revealed a quiet dialogue I hadn’t planned — one shaped by texture, process, and timing. Seeing them in a gallery setting changed how I understood both the work and its beginnings.