In the realm of shadow’s whisper, Dances a cipher unclad, Drifting in seas of never-was, Speaking in tongues of the void unbound.

It steps in silence, vast and deep, A lexicon, scribed in air, Through labyrinths, undefined they creep, Unseen tapestries, woven bare.

Dreams half-caught, in twilight’s breath, Echoes dance in styles unknown, Breathing truths, enigmatic, deft, A nomad builds in realms unshown.

A shadow, born of absent light, Treads a path, unseen, unswayed, A language lost, in eternal night, An artist, brushless, unafraid.

In silence, a symphony unplayed, On Plato's wall, mere shadows sway, A mirage, in formless deserts made, Fireflies dance, then fade away.

And in this cryptic, endless land, I am the whisper of dawn, heralding day.

SILVER ILLUSIONS

Seen from a distance, these drawings look like silver-toned photographs that reveal the nuance of shape and form. Closer up, the surface dissolves into a sea of static noise. This body of photorealistic work is made by carefully layering powdered graphite to canvas with my hands, similar to finger painting. The physical interaction between the material and the subject lends itself to a particular primordial affinity and sense of intimacy that seems difficult to otherwise realize.

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