Artists

Our creations marinate inside of us, waiting for us to develop enough discipline to bring them to fruition.

They don’t try to dazzle us, or sell us anything – they simply regard us with the deadly quiet of a tiger’s eye, the urgency of the wayward moth, and tremble in their readiness to flutter through our hands.

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