Earlier today a thought came to me while I was thinking about recognition and relevance. It first appeared through the lens of the art world, through competitions, open calls and the quiet hierarchies that decide what is considered important. But the thought itself does not really belong to the art world. It belongs to something much larger. At one point I was thinking about what it would mean to receive one of those recognitions people strive for. The kind that signals that

For those who know my work, it may already be clear that my life as an artist does not follow the usual rhythm. For many years I have lived with a chronic condition that has significantly limited how much I can move through the world. It has shaped the way I work, the pace at which things unfold, and also the questions I find myself reflecting on about the art world and my place within it. One of those questions concerns something that is rarely discussed openly, even though