The Line That Divides, The Line That Begins
The First Mark Before there was form, there was the decision to divide. The line is not a shape born of abundance, it is born of restraint. One movement. One…
The Liminal Self: Between Becoming and Belonging
The Threshold Is Not Empty We often imagine identity as a fixed point; a name etched into glass, a passport, a profession, a story we can tell without hesitation. But…
