This work begins with physical law — the indifference of geological time, the mechanics of orbiting bodies, the way water always finds downhill. These are not metaphors. They are the actual conditions of existence, operating at every scale simultaneously, including the scale of a human life.
The suffering we carry — the wounds that permanently reshape how we move through the world, the hurt we do to each other that doesn’t unhappen — is not a flaw in the system. It is part of the system’s function. Pain operates the way tectonic plates operate: not cruelly, not carelessly, but according to its own necessity.
What interests me is the impossibility of standing outside this. We are not observers of these forces. We are made of them. The attempt to separate our experience of being human from the larger processes we’re embedded in is what the work keeps returning to — not to resolve that tension, but to inhabit it.
Earlier work explored these same forces through dense, obsessive surface accumulation. The current work buries that complexity beneath layers of glaze and wash, letting structure emerge from underneath. The shift is not a departure but a submersion.