In the living memory of all things dead, like joy.
From the looks of it, I may be nothing like you. Come closer—I hold your psychological truth.
Curiosity and culture?
I search for some too.
I scrolled my time away.
There are too many answers, so allow me to question a few.
In silence I sit with the possibility of meaning in question.

The childlike, friendly surface does the seduction. It invites the viewer in, then offers clear forms and ambiguous narratives, with colours and compositions that feel silently loud.

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