Why This Took So Long
People ask me:
“Why does it take you so long to make the sculptures?”
And I think—
because I don’t rush them.
Making without rushing doesn’t mean we’re not working.
It just means we’re choosing to move through it—differently.
Like walking through a museum alone.
No rush.
Just the desire to see.
Like sipping coffee while looking out the window.
No notifications.
No to-do list.
No goals.
That’s how we should move through life.
But we weren’t taught that.
We were taught to run.
To produce.
To create fast.
To only feel the extremes.
So we go.
Fast. But empty.
Full of tension.
Not even knowing why.
What if meaning comes from moving a little slower?
Making without checking the clock.
Walking with no map.
Touching with no rush.
Thinking without judging.
Because going slow isn’t falling behind.
It’s being in it.
So yeah—
that’s why it takes so long to make the sculptures.
Because maybe...
beauty lives in moving a little slower.
And slowing down is how things get better.
