05/19/2026
Hotel corridors are strange, tender spaces. Nobody lingers. Everyone is mid-somewhere.
I kept thinking about that with this collection — who moves through a hallway at after midnight, a little tired, a little far from home? What does a handmade object offer them, even briefly, even without context?
I don't know exactly. But I believe in the language of things made slowly. I believe it reaches people even when they don't stop to look.
If you find yourself at Toronto, wander the floors a little. They're there. 🤍
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