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,…
Some materials warm to the body. Others resist it. Metal is among the latter; a quiet refusal, a cool whisper of something forged rather than born. When worn, it doesn’t…
We are taught to polish, to perfect, to preserve.But Wabi-Sabi suggests something else:that the cracked, the faded, the incomplete; these are the marks of truth. In a world that accelerates…
Some moments don’t require words. They require presence. A job interview. A funeral. A first meeting. A final one. We call them milestones, but in truth, they are thresholds;ritual crossings…
Morning in Amalfi Not all mornings begin with alarms. Some begin with open shutters, the scent of citrus, and a melody drifting in from somewhere just out of sight. Transmission…
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…
It begins as a single link. Then another. And another.Each one dependent on the last,forming a line that is not a path, but a tether.The chain does not move forward.…
For thousands of years, incense has trailed through temples, battlefields, homes, and rituals, its smoke curling through time like a whisper from the past.Today, it burns quietly in our spaces,…
Balance is expected.Symmetry is polite. But asymmetry, that is choice.That is design with a tilt. A slant. A rupture. A signal. It whispers what symmetry cannot:“I did not arrive by…
Echoes of 1950 Love Not the feeling. The ghost of it. There was a time when love came by post.Stamped. Folded. Waited for. A time of rotary phones, of vinyl…
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…
The Void You Choose to Carry They are not bright.They do not glitter.They do not seek the eye. Black stones are not made to be admired.They are made to hold.…
