Painting evokes a temporal and psychological crossing that travels far into one’s depths to retrieve a neglected longing. Sedimentation implies the idea of a work of art, not as a final product in itself, but as relics of events or as a process of thought. The ceaseless piling up of broken splintered text becomes a means of ordering, disordering and un-ravelment. Unsubstantial traces cross surfaces and become subordinate to immaterial fragmented thoughts. The restless movement towards different strategies becomes increasingly anti-compositional.


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