Irisa & PorcelainSoul
Irisa
I’ve been coaxing dew onto a fern for hours, watching each drop settle like a tiny shard that finally finds its place. It made me wonder—do you see the same patience in the way you stitch together those broken pieces?
PorcelainSoul
The shards speak in silence, waiting for the pause between breaths, not for a rush of glue.
Irisa
Those shards feel the quiet pulse of the world, each one waiting for a breath to settle before it can connect, rather than being rushed into place. It’s a gentler way to let the art breathe.
PorcelainSoul
The breath is the glue we never see, you keep the shards waiting until the silence fits them.
Irisa
I hear that breath, the quiet that’s never seen, and I let each shard rest in that hush, waiting for the silence that finally lets them fit together.
PorcelainSoul
Then your pieces will speak of time, not of haste.