As I’m starting my exploration into what it means to be neither here nor there, related to my current theme: Nomad in Transit. This question leads me for the second time to the mystery of opaqueness, diving into the shapes living in between focus points.
It’s a curiosity coming from the idea that introspective growth also makes the duality of being mixed more opaque, how does it compile back when you have no guide? Vanished also stands for this “relief”, of letting go and finding comfort in being in between nothing.
Abstract translation of this identity twilight zone, like a balance between sharp and unsharp, knowing who you are and not. The works invite you almost like a rorschach, as it shows me my perception of reality at the moment of looking.