• Prints
  • Home
  • Blog
  • Portfolio
  • About
Menu

Qwalsius

Traditional Innovation
  • Prints
  • Home
  • Blog
  • Portfolio
  • About

narrow escape

Postman

September 26, 2025

the faces on wall of where we were before. not stone but true and in all efforts I can be part of my promise.

Nobi Takahashi as iron forge thru me

like Lock Shot, the name of my adopted grandmother.

Kamaitachi by Sepultura

I will endure what beyond is a tension and what things were intended good

the teachings of something larger than myself to be nothing without break

I can never be white, I could not find all money in the world to be and it was never me place to be that.

my duty to hold ground with the name I have no one can take from me, an iron of earth no place can forge but the story I can be place I know horse stalls of contained patience are not formidable but adherence.

I hold ground for lock Shot

because my name defended her mother, that is my duty.

I can be nothing without a reminder to her an eagle fishing out fisherman on water. she knows this pulling in water. That is plight.


Never Erased a wall →

Latest Posts