Art as a Prayer

Lately, I’ve stopped thinking of art as “making” and more as listening. Many of the works in Wild Elementals began with a simple walk — a fallen flower, a shimmer of light, a sudden feeling that I was not alone. From there, it’s about weaving image and word into an offering. A kind of devotional act. These aren’t just photos. They’re stories, oracles, tiny altars. Some hold grief. Some hold delight. Some are doors. And maybe, if you pause long enough, they’ll open.