This circle poem is the translation of the visual cadence embodied in the series. The works exist as an investigation of art making from an intuitive space, reflections of thoughts—thoughts moved through, thoughts dismissed, and thoughts one always returns to. They dialogue their capacity to act, to breathe. Standing in place but not stagnant, the way time moves when falling in love. Overcome by a lull, a transition that transcends distance. It is slightly bruised, but always progressing. They are and that is all they need to be.