This past week has been filled with quiet joys. I caught up with old friends. I watched New Year’s fireworks glitter across the estuary. And in between those moments, I’ve been making things—not just paintings, but objects. Shelves. Small furniture. Playing with wood, tools, colour. There’s a pleasure in turning raw material into something useful and beautiful. The process of making—whether it’s building, painting, or composing an image—always returns me to myself.