Let’s Say There Is a Mirror
A thought from inside the studio.
Let’s say there is a mirror.
Makari sits in front of it and talks to it until it is time to sleep.
Makari asks what the surface is holding, what keeps returning, what changes when the same reflection is met with patience and curiosity. The mirror becomes less of an object and more of a companion in inquiry. Some pieces begin this way: with a question that stays awake longer than the one asking it.
Stomari enters it.
The mirror, once entered, opens onto a realm with its own inhabitants, its own laws, and its own way of keeping time.
Mabst turns it around and speculates on what is reflected back.
Inside the studio, I am watching the names move around the same surface.
One sits with it.
One crosses through.
One turns it around.
The gestures overlap. The work keeps moving.
This is part of what I am learning as the studio grows. I am beginning to understand the pen names as ways of relating. They let inquiry remain alive. They let a surface become a door. They let a system show its back.
Some pieces arrive clearly through one voice.
Others pass through several, sometimes in collaboration.
A dream may enter through Stomari, gather questions with Makari, and later find Mabst waiting near the frame with one eyebrow raised. That movement is part of the studio’s life. The voices stay distinct, and they move near one another. They borrow light. They leave traces. They help the work become more exact.
For now, this is how the mirror is teaching me to see them:
Makari asks.
Stomari enters.
Mabst challenges.
We are all practicing.
We are all exploring.
One surface.
More than one way to meet it.
A studio still learning what each reflection can become.
Thank you for being here while the rooms continue arranging themselves.
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