As a person on the threshold, always a stranger, I am interested in the body as a site of encounter—The Passing You, The Watching Me—across time and space. The figures capture minutes of life—because every moment of life is life—which I later shape into a form suited for dialogue with the viewer. The faces are left blank. Not as erasure, but as invitation—without a face to fix the figure to one particular story—mine—it becomes anyone’s. Perhaps yours. The fragmented body and the recurring patterns—fractured lines crossing, tracing, dots, and irregular dripping lines—represent different stages of life, circling back, layering, and repeating in new configurations until repetition becomes its own kind of history. Within that layering, fluorescent colors refuse to behave, breaking through otherwise muted or overpowering spaces. That is the self that does not go out, however dimmed or spotlighted the surrounding circumstance.
