A Study in Form & Dissolution
Where geometry learns to breathe, and silence becomes texture.
Selected Works — 2024
The canvas does not record what was seen —
it confesses what could not be said.
On the Nature of Making
Move your mouse to sculpt the light
The Method
Weeks spent watching how afternoon light decays across plaster walls. The subject is never the subject.
The first sketch is burned. The second is torn. Only what survives the third attempt earns its place on linen.
At some hour — unknown until it arrives — the hand stops leading. The work finishes itself.
Draw something. Anything. It belongs here.