Fragments of quiet. Glimpses of grace. Stillness, caught mid-breath.
Between the noise and the next thing, there are moments that shimmer—soft as breath, steady as light. Slices of Stillness gathers these fragments: a shadow on the wall, a ripple in sound, a held gaze. Here, time slows. Here, you can listen to what silence is trying to say.
Held in the Making
In these hands, what’s being shaped isn’t just clay — it’s a heart. A symbol of love, vulnerability, and becoming. It reminded me how much of who we are — our emotional contours, our soft spots, even our resilience — is shaped by the hands that hold us.