I keep circling around the same image, like someone returning to a dream that never fully reveals itself. This image is a body that stretches, bends, offers itself and resists, trying to fit within the canvas. It inhabits the surface through a contained gesture—quick and impulsive—always on the verge of spilling over.

I seek to capture that moment when something is released: a version of myself that is comic, absurd, and vulnerable. I watch myself deform with a certain grace, as if the gesture could reveal a truth I am not yet able to hold. Contortion becomes both desire and resistance, play and exhaustion—an insistence on staying alive, on existing within my own pictorial effort.