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Medium: Black marker and watercolour on paper.
Size: 92 × 72cm.
Chronochaos is not a ritual of destruction—it is the budding of a new order glimpsed through the fracture of time.
Each work orbits a single “point”—a node where something ends, yet something else has not yet begun. It is the fragile seam between past and future, a moment stretched thin, charged, and unresolvable. Sometimes devastating, sometimes radiant, this chaotic point is always alive with the potential to become.
In these nodes, time ceases to flow. It folds, compresses, and shatters. The past and the future overlap briefly, breaking into the present like a flash of unpredictable energy. Using layers of crayon, pigment, and material gesture, the artist traces—not records—the sensation of chaos before it takes form.
This is not a depiction—it is an encounter with becoming.
Medium: Black marker and watercolour on paper.
Size: 92 × 72cm.
Chronochaos is not a ritual of destruction—it is the budding of a new order glimpsed through the fracture of time.
Each work orbits a single “point”—a node where something ends, yet something else has not yet begun. It is the fragile seam between past and future, a moment stretched thin, charged, and unresolvable. Sometimes devastating, sometimes radiant, this chaotic point is always alive with the potential to become.
In these nodes, time ceases to flow. It folds, compresses, and shatters. The past and the future overlap briefly, breaking into the present like a flash of unpredictable energy. Using layers of crayon, pigment, and material gesture, the artist traces—not records—the sensation of chaos before it takes form.
This is not a depiction—it is an encounter with becoming.
Medium: Black marker and watercolour on paper.
Size: 92 × 72cm.
Chronochaos is not a ritual of destruction—it is the budding of a new order glimpsed through the fracture of time.
Each work orbits a single “point”—a node where something ends, yet something else has not yet begun. It is the fragile seam between past and future, a moment stretched thin, charged, and unresolvable. Sometimes devastating, sometimes radiant, this chaotic point is always alive with the potential to become.
In these nodes, time ceases to flow. It folds, compresses, and shatters. The past and the future overlap briefly, breaking into the present like a flash of unpredictable energy. Using layers of crayon, pigment, and material gesture, the artist traces—not records—the sensation of chaos before it takes form.
This is not a depiction—it is an encounter with becoming.