There are days when I vanish — lose myself, retreat, hide away. A quiet, unconscious need to be seen stirs within me. Yet, the moment I am truly found, I withdraw again — deeper, tighter into myself.
…These thoughts grew like living organisms, creeping into the crevices of the everyday, embedding themselves in the subconscious. Over time, they evolved into something more — the afterimage of a gesture, the residue of a process. I summoned the presence of what usually remains hidden, as if inner whispers were finally trying to break the surface.
Within this tension — between the urge to reveal and the instinct to conceal — something began to take form. Born of impulses and instinctive gestures of shaping. Structures emerged, like layered surfaces, crusts, or skins. They began to push outward, catching the eye. Exposed to daylight, yet still veiling infinite meanings.
It was this cycle of appearing and disappearing, of opening and closing, that marked the beginning of a search — both within the material world and within myself.