Temporal Drift

Time is unstable —expanding, collapsing, folding in on itself - self-imposed urgency.

The works here explore temporal fluidity and existential anxiety ; the tension between inspiration and distress.

Where to Hide from Myself

I seek refuge in spaces that will not let me disappear completely—knowing I never could.

I search for shelter, but my shadow lingers, my thoughts drift above me, tethered to a thread I have yet to cut.

There is no perfect hiding place. I remain.

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In Obscure Thought

A blurred line between comprehension and confusion— the more I learn, the more I know how little I know. I frequently encounter this shift as I try to reconcile what I was once told as truth becomes more opaque and honest to itself. A comfortable discomfort where clarity often gives way to ambiguity.

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Lucid Dreaming Sequences

My mind remains awake, while the body longs for rest— strugglingly adrift between states. Racing thoughts swirl in the depths, just before sleep can fully take hold. Dreaming of dreams during an unsettled night.

In this fragile space, vulnerability emerges as my mind clings to remnants of thoughts, analyzing and over-analyzing.

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Dimmer Switch

The slow and uneven process of moving forward, where my past lingers as a fragile tether—bending, distorting, and fading over time. Echoes of what once was continues to shape what is becoming. Returning to places from my childhood, I confront the shifting tension between the physical changes in these spaces and the evolving lens through which I now perceive them.

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Wanderings: Part I & II

A continuation of spontaneous deviations—moments when the boundaries of my routine dissolve, creating opportunities for something not yet known. As the stories I tell myself, about myself, are challenged and I seek to break free from rigid thought patterns.

The liberation of stepping away from the ordinary and the quiet introspection that comes with observing myself anew.

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In-Between

Spaces, not anchored to any singular point, neither fully here nor there. These environments exist in a suspended state that evokes both emptiness and potential. In this void, what remains of myself feels magnified, resonating with a weight disproportionate to its substance.

Edition of 100