Where Rain Remembers Us

<strong>There are places that don’t exist anywhere except inside us —<br /> rooms built of memory, silence, and the ghosts of people we’ve been.<br /> This new artwork belongs to that space. A woman stands in a decaying ballroom as rain falls through the ceiling. Figures emerge from the mist — part witness, part memory, part unanswered question. Nothing moves… yet everything feels alive.</strong>