Chaos is the first language of truth and the artwork is organizing it, frames it and in this way it represents the absurd situation to be human. The materials, unpredictable and organic, hold their own agency, guiding the hand as the substance demands to be treated. Pigments collide, elements react, and textures emerge as if born of the earth’s own dreaming. The process is captured -photographed in the light of its own becoming. What is creation but a mirror of our own infinite landscapes within us? And what is life, but the process of discovering potential fragments of this potential? ​