Studio Notes: Echoes of the External
A walk through the city yesterday left a persistent image in my mind: a tattered billboard, layers of…
A walk through the city yesterday left a persistent image in my mind: a tattered billboard, layers of…
Every piece I embark upon begins with a question, often one I can’t articulate fully in words. It’s…
Why I was fascinated by this instrument I was searching for a subject for my art. Since childhood,…
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