Welcome to The Page Gallery

This is a confusing concept, but also a very simple one. It’s a gallery, but online. It’s a journal, but not academic. It’s full of poems and art and strange emotional residue—things made by people who feel too much, think too much, or were once told they were too much.

Each exhibit is curated like a little room in a dream-museum: layered, hand-illustrated, and built around voice, not credentials. You might find grief here. Or absurdity. Or something you didn’t realise you needed.

Everything here has been shaped by the work that’s submitted and by the brilliant contributors who share their strange, brilliant, tender pieces with me. I (hi, I’m Sophia) choose, edit, and design the site myself—but the gallery is made with the artists and writers who trust me with their work.

There is no algorithm. Just a nervous system, a lot of tabs open, and a deep love for what people make when they’re paying attention.