Lines that feel like breath held too long
There’s a kind of stillness you can only reach through motion. This series is made in that place—where ink meets paper with no plan, no pencil beneath, just instinct and rhythm and weight.
Each mark is final. There’s no going back. But in that commitment, something honest emerges. These drawings are a meditation on gesture, on the trust it takes to move forward without knowing the shape of the end.
They breathe, but they do not waver.
