I've spent twenty years building rooms for other people. A gallery for Wixárika artists. A women's cooperative. A street art festival that put murals across the Bahía de Banderas. A cultural center where practice, art and impact shared space. At Waking Life in Portugal, a little pirate tent in a field that grew, over years, into a stage with satellite spaces people genuinely love.

The rooms change, and so do the people in them: pirates and punks, the elderly and injured, lost souls and dreamers, and the perfectly ordinary all find a place. Every shade, every expression, every history. The purpose of practice is to see ourselves in one another, and I make space especially for those often overlooked in conversation.

What I bring into those rooms comes from a long practice in the Himalayan tradition of Yoga, years of teaching, and a curiosity about what people worship. Is it God, or gods, by any name or none? Whatever lets each of us know we are alive. Every room I build is for one moment, when someone touches a single drop of it and recognizes it as their own.