What the room leaves behind.
A Room Full of Mirrors was built around reflection. The Room is where we slow down long enough to see what the work is actually saying.
Who decided what you saw today?
One night I stopped asking the mirror which one of us was real. I stood there long enough for the face I built to become tired, and for the face beneath it to stop hiding. Neither one was the enemy. The glass did not break. I did. And for the first time, that was not destruction. It was an entrance.
Punch’s story doesn’t begin with a job title. It begins with proximity.
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A WEEKLY NOTE FROM PUNCH
Music, ideas, and what’s happening inside
A Room Full of Mirrors. Once a week.
YOUR ROOM / YOUR CONNECTION
Follow the artists. Keep what moves you.
Bring your own work into the Room.
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