A quiet meditation on grief and the small ways we refuse to let people leave us. It lingers in scent, objects, and memory—asking what remains when presence dissolves but love does not.
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This piece captures the shock of losing someone foundational and the painful collapse of illusion that follows, forcing a reckoning with grief and reality. In the absence of control, it becomes a call to summon strength, push past limits, and keep giving even when it hurts.
Through hands, materials, and weight, this piece follows the quiet undoing of identity through creation. What’s left when the work keeps going, but the self doesn’t?
Critics call it betrayal, but connection wins. Taps turn ideas into reality, ink-stained fingers mark the journey, and every critique stirs fresh scars—a vivid glimpse into an unfinished, unpredictable life.
Scattered fragments, hidden creativity, and dusty reminders of what could have been—an intense meditation on loss, resilience, and what remains.
A poetic glimpse into words as daily fuel—intimate, rhythmic, and quietly powerful—showing how language sharpens the mind, deepens connection, and keeps us from fading into grey.