Shadows

2024

Moments pass, fade away, settle in memory—yet they never fully return. Images drift like elusive shadows—neither entirely clear nor completely obscure.

Like a dream whose borders cannot be sharply drawn, these scenes linger on the threshold of being and vanishing. A journey, a gathering, the sea, the street, a dinner table—each a fleeting pause before dissolving into the current of time.

These scattered lines and wandering stains are remnants of memories that no longer belong to certainty—reflections of a past that reshapes itself with every recollection. Perhaps what remains is not reality itself, but merely the sensation of having been there—unbound, without judgment, like a dream.