artist statement:

Above the clouds, where the blue fades to black, In the stillness, the stars call us back. The Earth spins, a fragile, glowing sphere, A pulse that beats, so distant yet so near. In this boundless sky, in the cosmic dance, We are but fleeting travellers by chance. I see no borders, no walls of stone, Just a spinning cradle, where we’re all unknown, Yet deeply connected, woven through Space, Bound by this fragile, infinite grace. The stars, eternal, stretch beyond our sight, While we flicker briefly, in the endless night.

Stardust flows through our veins, ancient and true, Each speck of us crafted from stars' fiery hue. From supernovae's ashes, we take our form, A grain in the galaxy, yet part of the storm. Stars burn in their glory, while dust we remain, A moment of brilliance, then scattered again. A pale blue dot spins in her quiet grace, She witnesses all — each rise, each fall, each face. When our echoes are lost and no marks remain, She will still endure, and the skies still will sustain. Mountains will stand where our dreams once lay, Rivers will carve through the light of day.

Ultimately, we all return to the soil,
The Earth reclaims us, in her endless toil.
The Universe hums its everlasting song,
While we are but a moment, passing along.
A spark in the dark, then lost in the flow,
We are but dust where the galaxies go.
When I return, will I still feel the same?
Will I carry the truth of this cosmic flame?
In the heart of the stars, our story began,
Tiny fragments of light, scattered by chance.
We are but one spinning through Space,
Bound to each other, in this fragile place.