Issue I, 2026

There is something profoundly human about unfinished things.

We spend so much of our lives moving toward completion. We are taught to arrive, to resolve, to be certain… About the things we want: to achieve … our ambitions, our identities, our relationships, our purpose. About the places we long to reach, the dreams we hope to fulfil, and the futures we imagine waiting for us. We celebrate what is polished, perfected, and complete, as though the value of existence lies only in what has successfully reached its final form.

And yet, so much of what it means to be human exists somewhere in between.

Between the knowing and the understanding. Between the longing and the contentment. Between who we were yesterday and who we are still trying to become tomorrow.

We are, in many ways, unfinished creatures.

Perhaps that is why creativity has always fascinated me – because creation mirrors life itself. Rarely linear and hardly certain. It meanders through hesitation, revision, instinct, doubt, discovery, abandonment, return.

In our minds, ideas emerge, disappear, transform, and sometimes remain suspended in forms we do not yet know how to complete. And often, we hide these moments, only to reveal what feels ready, what feels resolved and what appears whole.

But what if incompletion is not something to hide?

What if the fragment carries as much truth as the finished work? What if the sketch, the abandoned draft, the half-written poem, the photograph left uncropped, the thought that never fully arrived… what if these things matter just as deeply as what eventually becomes final?

Interstice was born from that question.

This journal exists as a space for the unfinished. Not to be seen as the evidence of failure, but rather as evidence of process. To serve as an archive for uncertainty, experimentation, process, and the deeply vulnerable act of creating before the final arrival of certainty.

The works gathered in this first issue remind us that creation is rarely a destination. To be and become is a continuous, almost unending act. A negotiation between intention and accident, in what we imagine and what eventually reveals itself to us.

Perhaps life itself is not so different.

We are all, in one way or another, works in progress, constantly revising, searching, evolving, leaving parts of ourselves unresolved as we move through the world. There is beauty in that condition. There is honesty in unfinished things.

And maybe the most meaningful parts of our existence are not found in arrival, but in everything that happens in between.

This is where Interstice chooses to exist.

In transit…

— Seyram Klu De-Souza, Founder & Chief Editor