On the disorientation of children growing up, and the quiet work of figuring out who you are when the shape of being needed changes.

People don't want to know you. They want to describe you. And somewhere along the way, we start helping them — handing out the three-word version, making quiet edits, until we go looking for ourselves and aren't sure what's still actually there.

Some of the most important years of my life have almost no photos in them. Not because nothing happened. Because everything happened. The years I ...

There's a difference between making something and making something to be understood. I didn't notice it for a long time. I thought good work was w...

I've spent a lot of time trying to understand why we fall for who we fall for. Not the surface reasons. Not the height, the humour, the timing. The...

As an artist, I often hear people say they're not sure if a piece of art ‘works’ in their home. But I don't think they're talking about the artwork...