About
We are made of what we carry together.
IT IS WE exists for the people, places, objects, voices, routines, and moments that become part of who we are.
Not because they are perfect. Because they are ours.
What Was Between Us
A story is rarely only one thing.
It may live in what someone said every morning, the room everyone returned to, the recipe card with the stain, the message thread that somehow held a whole season of life.
- The written word
- The spoken voice
- The remembered place
- The ordinary object
- The shared ritual
The First Place I Put It
The phrase began as a question.
“Is it you and me, or is it we?”
“It is we.”
I wrote it on a Post-it and put it on the mirror, where I would see it every day.
“It is still there.”
What We Believe
The ordinary is often where meaning stays.
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People
The people we love shape us in ways that often outlast the years we spend together.
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Places
Rooms, streets, kitchens, porches, and tables can hold more of a life than they seem to.
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Objects
The smallest things can become proof that something happened, and that it mattered.
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Voices
A phrase, a laugh, a way of saying someone’s name can bring a whole person near again.
Why It Exists
Some things ask to be kept differently.
Not everything that matters belongs in a folder, a frame, or a box no one opens.
Some stories need a form that can hold the texture of the relationship itself: what was said, what was saved, what was repeated, what was understood without being explained.
We shape those pieces into something made to last: a film, an audio piece, a book, a collection of letters or photographs, or another form the story calls for.
The point is not to preserve everything. The point is to recognize what still carries weight.
The Rest Of It
I make work for what people keep coming back to.
I am drawn to the details that do not announce themselves at first: the phrase someone repeats, the note tucked away, the room everyone remembers differently, the object that somehow holds the whole thing.
IT IS WE is a place for those materials to become something considered, beautiful, and true to the people inside them.
If something keeps returning to you, it may already be asking to become a story.
— Trish Ray