These are my lines of tension. They help me capture

a fleeting thought, a silent state.

I search within the image for what I can’t yet put into words.

A resonance. A disturbance. A tipping point. I compose from visual fragments. I isolate forms, rhythms, balances.

Sometimes I intervene. Sometimes I let it be.

I’m not looking for a message or staging. Just a tension between abstraction and recognition.

A form that evokes without explaining.

I believe each person projects something into the image. A memory, an intuition, an absence.

What matters to me is what remains open.

What resonates without closing.