The Weight of a Mask
We learn early that the face is a wall. It is built to keep the cold out, or perhaps to keep the truth in. A child understands this better than most. They learn to arrange their features into a shape that the world finds acceptable, a shape…
The Sticky Weight of Morning
The smell of browning butter always pulls me back to a kitchen I haven't stepped into for twenty years. It is a thick, golden scent that clings to the curtains and settles deep into the fibers of my sweater. There is a specific rhythm to a…
People Contemplating Art by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of Stillness
There is a specific quality to the light in a room that has been emptied of noise, a thin, silver-grey clarity that settles on surfaces like dust. It is the light of a mid-afternoon in late autumn, when the sun has retreated behind a high,…