New city, new rhythm

I’m starting a new life here in Montreal.

This afternoon, I found myself sitting quietly in a library, surrounded by pages, soft light, and the low rhythm of people studying. It’s a different kind of space from my studio, more structured, more still, but in its own way, just as inspiring.

There’s something grounding about this moment. No rush, no noise, just the quiet focus of beginning again. Preparing for my studies feels like preparing a different kind of canvas, one that isn’t filled with color, but with ideas, discipline, and time.

Everything feels unfamiliar, but also full of possibility.

And maybe that’s what a new life is
not knowing exactly what comes next,
but being ready to grow into it.