nothing real is made to please everyone.

some people see chaos and call it genius.
some see genius and call it chaos.
both are right.

art isn’t truth.
it’s translation.

what you see, smell, or feel—
it’s all yours, never universal.

we build for that space in-between.
the one where opinion fractures and something alive slips through.

beauty stopped meaning anything the moment it became currency.
we’d rather chase feeling.
feeling doesn’t need a filter.

our latest piece isn’t framed.
it’s bottled.

small run. hand-poured.
each one signed, numbered, and slightly imperfect.
held like art because it is.
limited because it should be.

you don’t have to like it.
you just have to feel it.

→ field notes: limited poppers bottles. made once. held like art. available here.