Wickie’s Watch
My father had been the light shining through my grimmest gales. The wickie doesn’t mourn the flame when the watch ends. The work was never about the keeping. It was about the light.
The Throughline
There’s always a thread, even when it isn’t obvious. The work is learning how to follow it.
Tempo Rubato
Not all timing is measured by the clock. In complex systems, rhythm often matters more than speed.