This is a meditation on lines as memory. Each composition is a small gesture: a way of holding space, a way of saying something without words.
Motion is the breath that keeps it alive. Lines drift, tighten, soften, then find a new balance. They lean into one another, hold for a moment, and let go—never disappearing, only changing their posture.
Together these pieces form a quiet sequence: a continuous unfolding of structure, rhythm, and proximity. It is less about arrival and more about becoming—an ongoing, intimate conversation between form and motion.