These wall sculptures emerge from my systematic destruction—the methodical cutting of 25 years of my paintings, my meditative pandemic drawings, my drop cloths, my mannequin avatars, and my personal artifacts. What began as compulsive dismantling became ritual excavation, each cut a small death that created space for my transformation.
My fragments now reconstruct as "metabolic skins"—surfaces that breathe with the accumulated energy of their former lives. Thousands of my painted pieces layer and fold, creating new topographies from the archaeology of my practice. My cutting was meditation; my reconstruction is resurrection without nostalgia.
These works refuse linear narrative, instead offering cyclical time where my past and present collapse into a single, vibrating surface. They occupy wall space aggressively, claiming territory that mirrors my own journey from self-denial to spatial ownership. Here, destruction and creation reveal themselves as the same gesture—my body's intelligence processing change through material transformation. The resulting installations become altars to the generative power of my letting go.
