Prelude: Black Pond
threads and charcoal on canvas
What if language fails to express our incomprehensible emotions, what if texts are more than signifiers of meanings, can I speak obscurely beyond comprehension?
Disjointed events and fragments of memory intertwine with each other, without beginning or end, but with each other as a precedent. We are doomed to never understand each other, and yet we are desperate to be understood.