We live in a sea of constant translation—oceans of “ink”, messages, meanings, letters & omissions. Disciplined attention & rigorous training help to read the lines, but presence of heart & openness to meanings beyond one’s own guide readings between them.

At Brush & Reed, we’re at home where translation is obvious, her efforts mutual. Where connection isn’t assured, is obscured maybe & vulnerable often. Where the most beautiful thing, the one passing as human, highlights what isn’t linguistic at all, but is as simple & profound as a glimmer of recognition. This isn’t necessarily a smile or an easy affirmation, or even, “no, I didn’t catch any fish today”. It’s earth-bound & ephemeral in the asking & the answering, the sitting & the passing by—where The Beautiful discloses herself, split second:

We call these verses each other.

AT BRUSH & REED, COMMUNICATION MOVES AT A BODY’S PACE: