a story written by a very beloved wedding

A blank canvas. White, pure, unassuming — waiting. Light moves, slow at first, then swelling — a crescendo, like Ravel, building through the color shades of red. Straight lines, soft edges. Structure undone by rhythm. Nothing repeats. The past shifts, form opens, discipline turns fluid. Baroque Unwritten is where heritage becomes creation — the familiar made new, beauty left unfinished by design.