There’s a kind of quiet that isn’t soft. It’s the kind that comes after the unraveling, when the noise has finally burned itself out. In this piece, scraped layers of gray, ochre, and muted violet reveal a surface that’s both scarred and still. The marks whisper what once shouted, holding the tension between chaos and calm.
The Hard Quiet is about arrival - the stillness that costs something, and the strength that remains when the storm no longer needs to speak.