Story · 04
A life drawn in slow spirals.

Beginnings
A childhood of pencils, margins filled with eyes. The first instinct: pattern as language.


Gatherings
Years of painting beside other humans — circles, kitchens, late tables. The work begins to belong to more than one set of hands.


Forests
Long seasons outside. The forms grow leaves, the leaves grow eyes. Nature returns the favor.


Festivals
Living canvases under sound systems. Color and bass-line proving they were always the same thing.


The Living Canvas
Now: a universe wide enough to invite others in. The work continues, but it was never solitary.
