Seeking solace.
Escape from a glow of tweets, hashtags and the likes.
Temporary liberation from a need to know
Everything calls me to action.
So much to touch.
So little to feel

Worn sheets of paper wearing stains, creases and torn edges like old scars that never completely heal. A tribal inspiration connecting paper to fabric, fabric to metal, metal to plastic. Paths, texture, shadow and structure. Mini landscapes of tangible, temporary relationships. Each piece permanently affected.

The screen and all its restless stories.
Always near, but never really present.
The paper; devotedly content.
Clinging to its single narrative,
until it can hold no more.

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