Exhibition of Studio Projects
Meander
Annotation
I walk between the faceless blocks of stone,
when suddenly a path appears — toward home.
Not my house, no — this place is ours,
a shelter built in fragile hours.
It glued us close like a careful hand,
a model maker shaping what would stand.
It stitched us tight with threads of trust,
and filled the hollow, quiet dust.
It held us fast in warm embrace,
through corridors children’s laughter chases.
And now it’s tree sap clinging to the hands
of those who linger in the garden lands.
What warms me most — what’s always true —
is what exists between me and you:
when we gather home at one shared table,
where words flow free, sincere, and stable.
One truth remains, unbroken, clear:
the root of all is family here.
