I don’t aspire to the sublime. I aspire to the precise tension between the beautiful and the wounded, the perpetual and the ephemeral. Art does not resolve contradictions. It makes them visible – liquid, embroidered, fractal, always in process.
I don’t aspire to the sublime. I aspire to the precise tension between the beautiful and the wounded, the perpetual and the ephemeral. Art does not resolve contradictions. It makes them visible – liquid, embroidered, fractal, always in process.
