September 17, 2013
The Weight of Woven Echoes
The smell of dry earth and old copper always pulls me back to the markets of my childhood. I remember the way...
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Reflections
September 17, 2013
The Architecture of Silence
We are taught that to be seen is to be known, yet there is a sanctuary in the unobserved. Sometimes, the soul...
September 16, 2013
The Weight of Passing
We are all ghosts in the architecture of our own making. We build walls to define the space, to keep the wind...