Collection: Bottoms

Presence is a color, worn loudly and without apology

Nothing is written until you write it

Discipline you can see

True to the vertical, honest to the line

The grey between shadow and light

Symmetry is only a comfort we forgot to question

One line, running through everything

The shortest path is rarely the truest

Everything tends toward beautiful disorder

You know the shape, never the workings

Pressure always shows at the seams

Antithesis

An awakening

Form without function, worshipped anyway

A necessary peace presents itself

Notes of solace carry boldly in a different form

We wander in nonsense to see with new eyes

"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete." Buckminster Fuller