Blacken the substrate
To unvoid the void, an attempt
So that we can know the not-known
Calling to life what is not there
It is not by mistake that you are here. Something inside of me was stretching across the boundaries of time to reach you.
I believe in the presence of things unseen. That empty rooms are filled with traces of bodies that were once there. That marks hold history and open up an interface for communicating between past and present.
I make to answer questions. How do I represent the body without the physical body? How can silence hold the weight of a body long evanesced? Can an empty room speak?
I am glad you are here.
Language has the power to alter our internal and external realities.