The Art of Rebecca Bones
This is where I leave the things that didn’t let me go.
Not everything ends when it’s supposed to. Some things stay longer than they should. Quietly at first. Then in ways you can’t ignore. They find somewhere to live.
These pieces are what remained. What echoed. What refused to be forgotten.
There are traces of love here. And loss. Moments that shifted something permanently, even if nothing else around them seemed to change. Some things don’t resolve. They settle into you.
I didn’t write these to understand everything. I wrote them because they were still there.
If something here feels like it’s following you, it probably is.