Maybe it's just an erasure. One I won't explain.

“ Maybe it’s just an erasure. One I won’t explain “

This work continues to explore the distance and emotional projection between people, focusing this time on the overlapping layers of time and memory. The intertwining threads, and the separation and overlap of figures, depict the traces left after the “weathering of emotion.” What seems to be a barren space is, in fact, a place where memories have quietly accumulated over time. The things that could not be forgotten are gently polished by the flow of time—becoming soft and calm, breathing quietly in the depths of memory. Perhaps we, too, are being quietly weathered by time, without even realizing it.