This gallery consists of 2 large scale series of edited 'drawings' and 2 narrative Zines exploring time, touch and silence.
With a nod to the sublime, these pieces immortalise a single moment of movement.
The traces of ink left on the image, are becoming subjectively representational.
Allow yourself to be drawn into its vastness.
[a sensitive appreciation for the fragile and the quiet]
Find peace in the sound of the movement of your blood washing through your heart.
So, I say to you, Let the silence be healing.
We touch the world with our ears when we listen the small sounds that create the big ones We touch the world with our nose As we breathe deeply over and over - The sent forming a memory in our minds - taking us back to a time | a place | a person We touch the world with our tongue Swallowing words that we refuse to speak We touch the world with our fingers So often that we forget to experience the sensation