I know I'm dancing around the topic. I'm always dancing around the topic. My mediums fluidly move between writing, drawing, hanging sticks from the ceiling, piling my altar with dried flowers, holding the people I love close, echoing voices on social media platforms, facilitating art and mindfulness workshops with students. It's the thread, it's the aim, it's the dance. Somewhere in the fog of my expression is the distilled questions. Somewhere in the exaltation of my ancestors, in the scrum of days and seasons, in the flux of movement there is something clear. My work is within this. In the circumnavigation of direction that never seems to end. Out and out and out with a slight horizonal bend. A way, not a place.