The Weight of Stones
A stone does not ask to be moved. It sits, gathering the cold of the earth, waiting for the wind to strip away the moss. We pile them up, one by one, believing that height gives us a vantage point, or perhaps a way to mark that we were here.…
The Glass Between Souls
Is it possible to truly witness another life when a barrier stands between us? We often mistake observation for connection, believing that if we look long enough, we might understand the internal landscape of another. Yet, there is a profound…
The Weight of a Dream
We often mistake the object for the intention, forgetting that a sphere is merely a vessel for the kinetic energy of a thousand afternoons. It sits there, tethered to the earth by its own gravity, yet it is haunted by the ghost of motion. It…