Its eye, a liquid pool of darkness, peers from behind a stark white wall. This is not just an image; it's an invitation to step into the realm of the in-between, the liminal space where reality blurs and possibility awakens.
Will You Answer the Call of the In-Between?
I remember the first time I truly understood liminality. It wasn't in a gallery or a textbook, but in a moment of personal crisis. My father had just passed, and I found myself standing in his study, surrounded by the artifacts of his life.
The room was unchanged, yet irrevocably altered. In that instant, I was neither son nor orphan, but something in between – a being suspended on the threshold of transformation.
Have you ever felt the weight of such moments?
