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Other details :
Artwork on supported wooden frame. Ready to hang. Framing on request.
Dimensions :
53.1x37.4in
About this artwork
The inspiration for this series stems from a deeply personal journey of grappling with mortality, vulnerability, and the desire for liberation. My first near-death experience awakened a profound longing for death—not out of despair, but because in that fleeting moment I was able to experience unconditional love, a connection to something that could encompass everything. This experience transformed my perception of life and death; I no longer saw… them as opposites, but as intertwined forces that shape our existence.
The leaf doesn't cling to it; rather, the tree clings to the leaf, just as we cling to something old to meet the coldness of change that confronts us with something comforting and familiar, even though the old has long wanted to leave us.
The threshold between old and new is somehow inexplicable; something breaks, takes shape, and what emerges carries what was, before it becomes what it is not yet.
The individual parts lose their fixed form, seek attraction, find each other, and ultimately the new unmistakably carries the old within it.
My work moves within moments of collapse, dissolution, and convergence. It doesn't attempt to capture anything, but rather to open up transitions. What crystallizes is perhaps a quiet crackling of existence.