The Time Zones series was created on the heels of completing my second novel. For years, I’d been shifting mental gears through the decidedly non-linear switchbacks of past, present and future, feeling somewhat lost and whoozy. I must have imagined (hoped?) that concretizing time and memory through a series of art pieces would stabilize and ground me. Instead, I discovered that Now is the smallest fragment of time we inhabit, and that that landscape only shrinks with age. Meditation and mindfulness keep pulling me back to the present, but I wonder what we lose when we are too constantly Here? Many of the stars we see in the sky, I’m reminded, are long dead. What comes to us is light given off eons ago on its everlasting journey through the universe.