Sometimes, art has a life and a will of its own. This was never clearer to me than in my current monumental sculpting project, a sculpture originally intended as a robust, chunky stallion. At around 650 pounds of clay, it stands as a massive test of patience and perseverance. Yet, despite meticulous planning and determined effort, something kept feeling profoundly off. It resisted my intentions, fought my vision, and refused to become the stallion I imagined. Today, after yet another round of adjustments and struggles, it finally became clear why the sculpture resisted me. Emerging from beneath my hands, guided by some unseen force, was Farzana, my beloved mare who…

This evening, I sent a donation to help those impacted by the earthquake in Myanmar. It wasn’t enough to be life-changing, just a quiet gesture, a thread of hope sent across the world. But as I did, I couldn’t help thinking how often we pour our energy into things that, in the end, feel so insignificant. We argue. We perform. We busy ourselves with noise. Meanwhile, somewhere else, real suffering is unfolding in silence. It’s humbling. It’s heartbreaking. What could the world look like if we channeled that energy into compassion? Into feeding the hungry, sheltering the displaced, healing those left behind, hidden in plain sight? We don’t have to…