Among the oldest symbols known to humankind, the triangle stands alone in its clarity and its complexity.It is the first shape to enclose space.It represents structure, hierarchy, conflict, and harmony,…
Some thresholds are marked by doors.Others, by silence. In Japan, the torii does not guard.It does not swing open, nor lock shut.It simply stands; a gate to nowhere, and to…
Not all tattoos are ink.Some are vows.Some are weapons.Some are eyes. In Thailand and Cambodia, Sak Yant is not body art.It is invocation; geometry as prayer, ink as protection, the…
In the Akan tradition of Ghana, meaning is not always spoken.It is worn.It is stamped into cloth, burned into wood, carved into doors. Adinkra is not just a script.It is…
In Ancient Egypt, nothing was idle.Every symbol had a role. Every god had a task. The scarab, that humble beetle, was no exception.It did not ask for worship. It did…
Some symbols shout. Others whisper.The Hamsa does neither; it watches. A hand, open and unwavering.An eye, set where a palm should be.Found in homes, around necks, pressed into thresholds or…
Before there were buildings, there were borders.Before the ritual, the perimeter.The square emerged; not to inspire, but to define. It is the shape of foundation. Of corners and consequence.Four sides,…
Two circles. One center. A space formed by overlap; neither one nor the other. The Vesica Piscis is not a shape. It is a tension. A moment of convergence.A sacred…
Before there was language, there was form. And among forms, the circle reigns; silent, endless, and whole. It is the shape without beginning or end. No sides. No angles. No…
It began quietly. Not with a grand vision, but with a fascination, an obsession, really, with the worlds that exist behind closed doors. The symbols carved into stone, the whispers…
