Time does not pass—it accumulates.

Built over years, each painting holds multiple past states — layers of color, form, and light dissolving into one another like geological strata, recording duration as much as change. What is visible is only the latest moment; beneath it, earlier versions persist — transformed, yet present, often radically different from the surface.

This is also how we are made. We move forward without knowing where we are going, yet in that movement something gathers, deepens, becomes — something quietly beautiful. Nothing truly disappears.