About the work

There is a secret geometry to waiting, a kind of internal diagram that charts the mind’s slow circumference. It isn't just time passing; it’s a specific quality of attention, a soft focus that allows the background to sharpen, the foreground to blur, and then the reverse. The finger traces, the eye settles, and the mind constructs its own bright, impossible displays. Light is a curious thing, too, in how it can make everything feel both present and distant, as if the air itself has been polished smooth. The quiet hum of a building, when it's not quite empty, feels like the holding breath of something much larger.