“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”

-Anaïs Nin

Words captured on Brass. 

To keep close, to keep you on your path. 

Hold it in your hand, place it somewhere near. 

Imperfect wisdom.

Made by hand, one of a kind. 

Measuring 100mm x 40mm