Owen Riegling, In the Feeling Review
By Eliana Fermi There’s a particular kind of movement that doesn’t feel like escape. It feels like suspension, like being carried forward before you’ve fully understood what you’ve left behind. Time passes cleanly, evenly, almost reassuringly. But something underneath it lags, resists, holds on. Owen Riegling’s In the Feeling lives inside that space. Arriving as … Read more