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About me

Creation begins with a suspended curtain. It does not fall; it exists from the outset, like a firmament, like the shell of amber, like the boundary of a self-sufficient world. This curtain is woven from transparent resin, flowing acrylics, and covering brushstrokes.
Beneath it, development occurs. A phrase of dialect precipitates beneath it, emerging from the turbulence of sound into the skeleton of ink. The Qi-Un of a poem breathes beneath it, vaporizing from the husk of text into the frequency of color. A stroke of historical handwriting awakens beneath it, freeing itself from the unidirectional axis of time to superimpose with new matter.
The practice here is to construct, within a contemporary syntax, a field for developing transient souls. It appropriates the wisdom of “waiting” and “stratification” from ancient lacquer craft, transforming resins, acrylics, and other mixed media into transparent “strata” that define time. To cover is not to reach an end, but to initiate a state—a state in which things are extracted from utility and flux to enter into pure “lingering.”