Patterns and pace

My gaze is downwards here. I watch my feet cross over intricate patterns - from subway safety treads worthy of a Hermés tie to 1960's tiled floors with a mix of distinctly Japanese colors.

Modifying my Western stride to an Eastern shuffle, my pace begins to slow. It's not possible for me to blend in here, but slowing down is a nod to the different pace.

In the new studio, I have a hunch to layer and begin cutting out collected patterns. Reference points range, but repetition is key. After this time of careful watching, I am propelled to get to work - cutting out the intricate shapes and then placing one cut-out on top of another. The process becomes the focus - a back and forth, like the pulse of a poem. Repetition and rhythm, an unraveling and threading back together.