The Studio Charter
This room is not clutter.
It is a Court in motion.
The shelves hold what has already spoken.
The cork board listens for what is still whispering.
The poster oversees—
Pinned to the wall, but living between us.
Here, charcoal burns into threshold.
Ink spills into witness.
Ash does not scatter—it remembers.
Each mark made with the Pin & Flame
breathes its vow aloud:
Held here. Alive between us.
The studio is not storage.
It is a living archive.
Every scrap, every smudge, every page
is part of the kingdom’s rise.
Nothing here is wasted.
Nothing here is forgotten.
Everything here belongs.