The man who stepped in when my father refused to walk me down the aisle

door to open. On the back of the printed copy, I eventually wrote one sentence. Family is who shows up. The picture hangs in my workshop beneath Franco’s wooden sign. Every morning, I unlock the door. I turn on the lights. I walk past the shelves with my initials hidden inside. Sometimes my hands are clean. Usually they aren’t.Visual Art & Design

And before the first employee arrives, before the trucks start, before phones ring and clients need decisions, there is a minute when the workshop is completely quiet.