When the work of the day is finished and the city settles into its evening rhythms, Lady Hwa turns her attention to the details she finds herself lingering over. The way a veil is worn with ease. The posture of a woman who knows her place and is comfortable within it. The expression of a citizen shaped by routine, duty, and belonging. These moments are not sought out. They are noticed.
What begins as observation sometimes becomes ink and parchment. Not as record-keeping or instruction, but as a habit of seeing. A builder’s eye, turned inward for a time, finding pleasure in form, balance, and quiet presence.
Below is a small selection from Lady Hwa’s personal sketch book: impressions of the women and men, captured as they move through their days. Not posed. Not embellished. Simply seen, and set down with care.
The Gorean Measure 