Corrente

Three lines. Not parallel by accident.

Corrente began with a single question: what does motion look like when it's held still? Not frozen — held. The way a river holds its current even when you're not watching.

Three round wires, each one tracing its own path around the same circle. Close enough to feel the others. Separate enough to remain itself. Set into each wire at irregular intervals: small diamonds flush to the surface — no prongs, no setting to catch the light dramatically. Just a point. Just a flash. The kind you notice and then wonder if you imagined it.

Corrente is for hands that move with intention. For the woman who has been flowing in one direction for long enough to name it.