Pokerface,

Behind each mask, a hidden hand; in every gaze, a gambit. To some people love is given, to others only heaven. ◼︎ With each choice, I remind myself that this game is woven with threads of the yet unforeseen. Yet, in this intricate dance I let some luck slip into intentional action with every mark I choose. In the gallery of meaning, every stroke reveals a hidden secret: the passage of time, the weight of a hand, the power of feeling. [Our choices make us who we are.]