The Gallery
What the hands make when the shift ends and words aren’t enough.
The ones that refused to become words became this.
The first piece is still drying.
Art arrives here the way poems do — quietly, after a shift.
What the hands make when the shift ends and words aren’t enough.
The ones that refused to become words became this.
The first piece is still drying.
Art arrives here the way poems do — quietly, after a shift.