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I'm drawing lines in space with threads like an accumulation of moving energy, the physical form of time flowing and connecting past and future.


There’s an incessant movement present in my work, a metaphor for life and death proliferating toward a larger dimension, a transformation of the soul and the body, the dematerialization of the self through the relativity of time, death like a new state of existence. The faces of my characters are always calm but their bodies are contorting, they’re allowing external forces to affect them, being in peace with the unknown and uncertain even when it hurts.

I continue to make work in pursuit of my truth, what I know so far is that the truth is elastic and I'm following that endless thread floating in space and time.

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