RESENTMENT

At times, what lies between two beings is not a conversation but what remains after it: the unsaid, the wounded — what no longer has words. Two parts of the object grew from one tree and reach toward each other, but stay frozen, unable to close. A mute emptiness hangs between them. This is a work about distance and a dull silence that arises right before your eyes: a step toward each other has been made, but everything inside has turned to stone