In this artwork, words and imagery fall into a rhythmic chaos, creating a conversation between what is seen and what is lost. Vertical slashes slice through the surface, cutting words and textures into fragments, leaving only pieces of a hidden story. The English texts glimpsed between the divisions, feels like echoes of a once-whole conversation, now scattered across time.
Beneath the disruption, organic forms of leaves and tangled roots remain, their earthy tones anchoring the chaos in something timeless and enduring.
What’s left is not just emptiness, but the quiet weight of what was, still hanging in the spaces between.