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The spectrum of immersion swims, blooms, and grows. My spirit aligns its state through the shape of my body. In blues, I find myself indulging in love, a lover, and a union. The lover can be gone, but the shores of them will be remembered in a capsule of water. Blue is preserving eternity in the finite.A wave comes towards my shores, flattens and then disappears.A lover holds me, kisses me, and then disappears.My blues will hold you forever.Red is an arrival point, a lifetime of indulgence, and desire. Through red, I am able to plant a reclamation. I sprout within myself and through myself. I am able to escape the mirage of a union, and yet, I live within the union of myself. Red plants a thousand seeds on my flesh and births a field of strawberries on my skin. Sweetness fluctuates in the streams of my body and it flows through the fountain of my youth.A seed is planted, indulgence is born, and forgotten promises wash above my skin.I yearn for you, I caress your remembrance, and love grows beneath my skin.My reds will grow a field of strawberries.
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My practice is decimated through the waves of my personal life. Each work is linked to all spectrums of love I get to experience in my journey. My works have always been in a state of flux that is linked to the spirit’s yearning for salvation and rest. However, my works are currently living between blooming and demolition. As I crash, I am able to rise again and liberate myself. Between the states of bloom and demolition, I create rest points through referencing the objects I collect, ranging from fruits given to me by my father, pebbles collected from an island, or a butterfly that landed on a flower on the sidewalk. These findings turn into animated ornaments that are found in a state of flux and then are transformed as rest points for the spirit on canvas. Previously, the eye of the figures was also considered to be a rest point. However, the eye has transformed into an entryway into the state of restlessness. Through the eye, I am able to swim through the figure and beyond the field of the paper or canvas. The figures are now encapsulated within the space of the canvas and touch the edges to challenge what one would generate within a compacted space. I am interested in allowing the figure to generate its own vastness and sense of expansion through limitations of space. This is also an attempt to preserve the generation of infinity in time; an image captured in time and a gaze that can animate the moment.I let each work expand through its desired fluidity. Each work has its own timing and I learned to embrace the process rather than identifying the process with how it ends. I'm interested in birthing the start and letting the work breathe infinitely.There is no end.Through this new body of work, I chose to gift you a field of strawberries: a remembrance of love through honouring your past hurts, reclaiming your presence through renewal, and a future that multiplies in abundance. Strawberry fields is an ode to myself, a promise to preserve love, and a prayer to Gaza.In my strawberry fields, I found a sweeter future.
