The Threshold of Knowing
To step out is to risk everything. We spend our early days in the hollows, in the places where the light is thin and the walls are familiar. There is a safety in the shadow, a quiet agreement between the creature and the dark. But the world…
The Weight of Worn Stone
The smell of damp limestone always brings me back to the feeling of a heavy wool coat against my neck, itchy and grounding. There is a specific grit that settles into the creases of your palms when you lean against ancient walls, a fine, powdery…
The Breath Around Things
We often mistake the object for the entirety of the experience. We focus so intently on the leaf, the stone, or the petal that we forget the air that cradles it. Yet, it is the surrounding space that gives the subject its meaning, its permission…