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.