The beauty of balance—anchored in stillness, history, and the art of restraint.
The beauty of balance—anchored in stillness, history, and the art of restraint.
The shape was born before the word.
It carried fire, feather, flood—now cast in stillness.
And rests upon the skin, quiet and alive.
Lines curve inward,
holding something unseen.
Sculpted motion,
paused in mid-air.
The oldest forces never speak—yet they remain.
