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Walk, and then see it—a tree bathed in light, its form cutting through the
sky, tethered to the earth. A fleeting moment of beauty, both intimate
and universal. These walks, these encounters, shape each gesture, each
mark, each form—a layered response to the spaces we inhabit and
neglect.
This is not a description; this is the thing itself. Color, texture,
movement—held in words, shifting between representation and material.
Luminous hues stretch across surfaces, inviting touch, perception, pause.
In these moments, a location or object becomes a space of reflection—a
way to consider our relationship to the environment, not as passive
observers but as active participants.
What does it mean to witness? What does it mean to care? The language
wrestles with these questions. The work does not seek resolution but
offers a site for dialogue—a space where the artificial and natural
intersect, where you complete the gesture through your own effort of
noticing. This process is self-aware, critical of its own evolution,
questioning the limits of form, the possibilities of abstraction, and the re-
sponsibilities held beyond the page.
To love something is to see it fully. Each act of observation weaves into a
larger effort to honor and sustain our environment. In this white room,
surrounded by color and form, what lies beyond still lingers—spaces that
shaped these gestures, spaces that call for care.