Broken eggshells once held life: sustained, protected, nourished. No more. Here, the eggshell blue leaked off the brush all broken. Fragile, jagged edges usher new life. What has broken the shell will wrestle free, emerge messy and sightless, be fed, learn to fly....
There’s steaming tea and honest conversation, a slow unknotting of tangled introspection. There’s slicing fresh garlic into warm butter, a kitchen way to knead away the tension. There’s meticulous pen drawing and wild watercolor freedom. A walk in...
