Matilde Travassos

In times of great haste, we dare to be slow. Not a mere shift in velocity but an altered state of being. We break cycles of distraction and destruction, opening deep chasms of reflection and space for energetic insight. Slow defies conventions, embracing the imperfect, the strange and indigenous. Not the prettiest apple but the tastiest, the unaltered, the one that bends the branch.


Slowness