Holding space and indulging in the celebration of presence is often a slow burn. It is more romantic than romanticized. It is unrelenting patience while we wait for layers to peel, for veils to break, for wholeness to fully form. In Veiled, Leto and I discussed that slow unraveling, the blurs and even the inconsistencies. Veiled is the part of this body of work that asks to pause and reflect, to imbibe in conscious slowness.