Some wishes do not survive being spoken. They live in the space just before the words, in the quiet that follows a long exhale. This piece is an offering to that kind of wanting: clear enough to feel, too tender to name.
Size: 9 x 12 inches
Hand-drawn
Archival acid free ink and paper
Ink on Bristol paper (270 gsm)
Signed, front
Ships flat, unframed
"The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of." — Blaise Pascal
