There's a habit of reading stillness as rest. There's a fear of reading it as an end. But here it's neither: a third state, one with no name, because we never look straight at it. 'Hasn't lived yet' and 'no longer lives' – from one and the same side, they wear the same face. Only a look from within would tell them apart, and there's no way in. What's left is the thing we usually rush past: not knowing whether this is a beginning or an end, and staying in that not-knowing.
From the series The In-Between
Pencil on Paper, 2026
21 × 29.5 × 0.1 cm
Original drawing, signed. One of a kind
There's a habit of reading stillness as rest. There's a fear of reading it as an end. But here it's neither: a third state, one with no name, because we never look straight at it. 'Hasn't lived yet' and 'no longer lives' – from one and the same side, they wear the same face. Only a look from within would tell them apart, and there's no way in. What's left is the thing we usually rush past: not knowing whether this is a beginning or an end, and staying in that not-knowing.
From the series The In-Between
Pencil on Paper, 2026
21 × 29.5 × 0.1 cm
Original drawing, signed. One of a kind
