there is something unreasoned within me
that constantly seeks to confront an apparent simplicity with something complex
i like to oppose what seems closed, controlled, unified, with an untouchable, intangible, labyrinthine + infinite exteriority

a simple form is never entirely simple
it conceals as much as it reveals . every reduction imposes a sacrifice : a pruning, silences, absences . what is not said does not disappear . it acts elsewhere . it resists . it haunts

conversely, when form becomes complex, everything seems present - too present . nothing can be grasped . saturation of meaning . a reversal: everything is said, yet nothing is tangible

i favor neither one nor the other . what matters is the tension . the interstices . the paradoxes the places where language reaches its limits
i am not looking to say everything
i am searching to create a point of resistance, to understand how thought exhausts the real
+ how the real undermines thought

and when words fail, one must look . experiment shift forms . rethink the framing . accept that the real is both structured + chaotic
that it opposes a resistance . that it offers itself without ever surrendering

to think is not to clarify
to think is to sustain a certain awareness