The Return

Two figures, or perhaps only one doubled through gesture. A body holds a body, yet both remain suspended in partial disappearance. The woman’s face dissolves or is obscured with a blur, the infant swaddled in chromatic sediment that simultaneously becomes the woman’s arm. Their identities are never fully legible.

The fabric here is not clothing but accumulation, a palimpsest that performs the labor of concealment as much as revelation. The “return” is therefore uncertain, perhaps a return of memory, of flesh, of an image, or possibly nothing definable at all, an endless cycle of presence perpetually slipping away.

Within the series, the work amplifies the paradox of figures as archives or placeholders, participants in a visibility that resists completion. The Return gestures toward continuity, but offers only fragments, in an embrace that obscures as much as it discloses.

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Into The Becoming

The earth listens and knows the weight of all that returns to it, not as loss, but as change. What rises again does so without noise. Here I wanted to paint the stillness behind transformation, where life does not end, but quietly rearranges itself.

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The Silent Balance That Predates Such Divisions

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Holding a knowledge as if drawn from the soil, the animals, and the winds that have passed through countless generations. In the stillness is a depth that unsettles and soothes, as though there is a view through human thought that is more elemental. Exposed but not judged. Recognized. There is a truth about what it means to be part of Earth, something we have always known but rarely dare to face.

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The Secret Only You Were Meant To Know

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