The letter a drawn on wood with a pencil. Characters loading…

What is going on? Who will I see? What will I see?

This piece began as a word and became a surface for noticing. What shapes us is not always loud. It gathers slowly—through place, repetition, color, pressure, pause. Through what we look at often. Through what looks back. Sometimes shape is structure. Sometimes it is memory. Sometimes it is simply time doing its quiet work. This is the beginning.