A pause captured in physical grain, an imperfect human moment you can touch. No latent space generated this, this is the irreplaceable weight of the everyday.
This is not an image. This is a singular act of material existence drawn on hand-torn fabric that refuses to be smooth, scanned, or codified. The imperfections are the point.
Pencil on cotton, framed on black paper. Measures: 21x14.8 cm.
If you are around Cork and you prefer to collect, get in touch.
