02/01/2026
I’m getting friendly with a straight line, with the square — edges that once felt foreign in my work. I come from softness, from drift and blur, from places that dissolve rather than declare themselves.
This year I’m letting structure enter quietly. Not as a rule, but as a companion. Not to tame the dream, but to walk beside it.
The lines hover rather than interrupt.
Small moments of clarity suspended in haze.
A landscape holding another landscape within it.
I’m listening, not forcing.
Learning how geometry can breathe.
Work in progress.
