Artist. A practice staged at the edge of presence — performance, installation, and the long discipline of being witnessed.
“Articulation is the essence of existence. To be silenced is to be denied a place in the cosmos; it is, in the starkest terms, a refusal to acknowledge one's being.”
A new installation. The control room turned inside out — the apparatus, the chair left waiting, the small screen still warm.
The work doesn't answer. It makes the question unavoidable.
Each day of The Threshold left a single typed page — a record metabolized from silence, signed and framed.
