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Wild Underneath
Scrap and Soul Studio
Some things disappear.
Some sink into the soil, tangle themselves in roots and weather, and wait.
Then one day, something green pushes through.
Not untouched.
Not new.
Just alive enough to begin again.
Layers of paper, fiber, pigment, and found remnants gather around the glass like something slowly reclaimed by the earth. What remains visible feels less preserved than remembered—a small record of what survives beneath the surface.
Where the Current Sleeps
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Where the Current Sleeps
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