04/30/2026
Before form, there was breath.
Not yet a body.
Not yet something that could be held.
This work stays close to that moment—
where nothing is fully defined,
where edges have not decided where to land.
The polished finish was removed.
It felt decorative.
This is not about decoration.
The surface remains matte.
Unresolved.
Open.
Because this is where something begins.
First Breath