Category: Reflections from the Studio

  • 🌧️ Rain in July

    Home The rain doesn’t stop. Soft and constant, it hushes the city and cools the summer air a blessing, if not for the dampness it leaves behind. I’ve laid out my new felt pieces, still heavy with water, waiting for the wool to yield its final shape, but the air is too shy to carry…

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  • 💧 The Day Slipped Sideways

    Home Some days the light comes in crooked, and even familiar colors don’t return your gaze. A hand moves as if through fog— drawing nothing, or something that doesn’t belong to you. The air holds a weightless sorrow, like a song half-remembered or a bird that forgot where it was flying. Then a voice— warm,…

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