Body as sculpture, voice as its echo. Like a fence with porous boundaries, always shifting. A detective of dubious attempts, chasing the heavy and the barely graspable. Process over permanence, movement over resolution. An ongoing experiment where form is but a momentary pause—punctuated by Notes app poetry.
Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy. ∆ Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus ∆