ABOUT
A Series of False Summits
The gold work threads chain into paper, creating a terrain that shimmers between structure and collapse. Its surface catches light like a shifting altitude map, lines of ascent that appear to lead somewhere but dissolve into folds and shadows. The other, rendered in soft interplays of orange, pink, brown, blue, and green, drifts between cartography and textile, its warped grid recalling geological strata or fragments of eroded maps.
Together, they speak to the moment before completion, when progress feels both near and unreachable. The idea of a false summit lingers as both promise and reminder that every arrival contains another horizon. Within these folded maps, the act of mapping itself becomes an inquiry into relation and perception, a way of finding form in the intervals between what is seen and what is felt.