Fragments
Essays – Clouds – Post Cards
Essays
The corridor
The Corridor is not empty. It’s lined with held breath, unanswered questions, and the exact kind of silence that teaches you how to listen.
the hearth
The Hearth—where fire meets stillness, and all things begin again.
the library attic
Library-attic, the sacred resting place of all that has been thought but not yet said.
the garden room
The Garden Room, where time breathes green and the pulse of creation stirs quietly from below.
the painting room
When words fail: when the words run out and the colors must speak instead.
the cellar
Not melancholy, but elemental. Necessary.
This is the marrow of it — the truth beneath the timber beams and weathered shelves and stone walls. The soul foundation of the house down the spiral stair… into the cellar, where the air is cooler, thicker — and every breath feels older.
Clouds: Quiet Rooms
papered connections
Post Card Series
In this silent gallery exhibition of postcards time reflects itself in physical form.
A collection of postcards leave behind an archive of thoughts and moments that stand the test of time and found their way here. Some postcards are for viewing, some for reading, others blank ready to be sent or found delivered in random issues of Château Digest. This series will circulate over time.
Post Card I
A silent series, reminders of moments where someone thought to write you.
(Circa 2025: ‘a text’).
Post card II
Linen blowing in the wind, the art of hanging poetry.
Post card III
It all comes down to a moment.
Post card IV
To remember why the key turns the way it does.
Post card V
Holding the weight of the world in a moment.
Post card Vi
Dust caught between time and place.
Post card VII
Time left accountable to the Atelier of Artisans, Craftsman and Carpenters.
Post card VIII
A love affair bound by post and acts of fait. I wish there was a story here, sadly blank.
Post card IX
Waiting, hungry & writing at the locked gate. Blank on the back. Addressed to no one.
Dedication to