remember i’m a wrong rose

warm regards 10 editions left on transient.

i’ve always liked things that, even in hard moments, refuse to behave like they’re dying. you don’t always win. expectations aren’t always met. the work isn’t always rewarded. sometimes everything around you seems to be telling you to quit, and for a few seconds, you even consider it. but once the rawest part of the vulnerability passes, you realize there’s still obsession. still hunger. still that punk instinct. your blood still runs hot. there’s still something left to give. wrong roses taught me more about that than anything else. this collection is special to me in ways that may never be completely visible from the outside. it changed a lot in me, and mostly for the better. art reveals its power in strange ways. before it moves, transforms or affects the person looking at it, it has already moved the artist in a hundred different directions. and that is already a win 🖤