Work in progress. Forms, colors and textures are beginning to take shape.
This is not a rebirth. This is an act of deconstruction. In the pursuit of selling, we sold out.
On our identity, creativity, courage. So, we’re ditching our past. Smashing, burning, and freeing it.
Because only through deconstruction can we create something honest and true.
From the wreckage, we begin again.
The paradox of destruction and creation.
Only through dismantling can we discover something new.
A state of transition, a limbo between the old and the new. The past is being archived - boxes and bags full of what it was. Liminality is a place of unknown potential.
Work in progress. Forms, colors and textures are beginning to take shape.
This is not a rebirth. This is an act of deconstruction. In the pursuit of selling, we sold out.
On our identity, creativity, courage. So, we’re ditching our past. Smashing, burning, and freeing it.
Because only through deconstruction can we create something honest and true.
From the wreckage, we begin again.
The paradox of destruction and creation.
Only through dismantling can we discover something new.
A state of transition, a limbo between the old and the new. The past is being archived - boxes and bags full of what it was. Liminality is a place of unknown potential.
