nothing to see, really..just what's left when meaning steps out of the room. people keep trying to name it; they shouldn't.
like, what even is it that really is to care.
Someone came asking for help and all they were offered was a bag of tears. When they eventually accepted it, it proved the gift one could receive.
The humble cassette tape represents an era when music was tangible, when creating a mixtape was an act of love, and when the ritual of rewinding was part of the experience.
In its simple mechanical beauty lies a reminder that craftsmanship and attention to detail matter, regardless of the medium or the scale of the work.
Raw sketches capture something that polished artwork sometimes misses; the immediate, unfiltered expression of an idea or emotion.
There's honesty in the lines and imperfect proportions, a vulnerability that speaks to the human condition more directly than technical perfection ever could.