Why Slow Art Matters

 From the lantern-lit desk in the Hollow…

I came back to art because I wanted to feel something real and do something that had purpose and meaning.

In a world that moves fast, breaks often, and rarely pauses long enough to notice a petal curling at the edge or watch a drop of rain dance on a leaf—slow art feels like resistance.

Not angry resistance. Quiet resistance. The kind that grows in cracks, speaks in sketches, and reminds you there’s still beauty worth tending.

Here is beauty that bloomed anyway. Here is proof we still can.

The Hollow isn’t just about whimsy—it’s about insistence. The insistence that small things matter. That softness isn’t weakness