I’ve come to understand that the real present isn’t about time, it’s about awareness. 

The space between the past and the future is so brief it almost disappears, yet within it, something constant exists: consciousness itself, quietly watching everything unfold. 

That’s what I think of as the observer, the part of me that doesn’t rush to act, that simply witnesses. 

This series came from that state of observing life as it slowly rebuilt itself. Toward the end of the pandemic, I was living partly secluded in the forest, trying to make sure my daughter could still have a joyful childhood. There weren’t other children around, so we adults had to create that world for her, one day at a time.

There was no clear future, no certainty beyond the now.