gone

paper, cyanotype chemicals, stainless steel, concrete, found materials, 2026

A chair holds the shape of a body without holding the body. Its surface carries the faded impression of everyday life, the residue of a presence. Abstracted until the familiar is no longer recognizable. When the content is divorced from context, what separates what belongs from what is foreign?

part of group exhibition: I Am Not An Alien? A Space Gallery, Brooklyn, NY