Impulse. Frustration. Panic. The problems grow, cascade, spiral. Control slips, chaos tightens. What is needed? A careful hand, a meditative mind, deliberate steps. To touch the core, the real plagues. These works, not mere objects. Contemplations. Pauses in the rush. Columns in the void. Slow, intentional. They anchor, they reason. In a world adrift, they seek solid ground. Assemblages. Darkness and light, wood and metal, canvas and ink. Not just art. Postulates. Propositions. They whisper: think, feel, understand. Then, perhaps, begin again.
Impulse. Frustration. Panic. The problems grow, cascade, spiral. Control slips, chaos tightens. What is needed? A careful hand, a meditative mind, deliberate steps. To touch the core, the real plagues. These works, not mere objects. Contemplations. Pauses in the rush. Columns in the void. Slow, intentional. They anchor, they reason. In a world adrift, they seek solid ground. Assemblages. Darkness and light, wood and metal, canvas and ink. Not just art. Postulates. Propositions. They whisper: think, feel, understand. Then, perhaps, begin again.
