For me, beauty comes in many forms: a slab of chicken, a mop turned monument, debris that resembles its own miniature cosmos. Improvisation and reflection yield lyrical narratives from the everyday – inorganic forms disclose life-like characteristics, randomly placed objects seem purposeful, bent frames become graceful. These images are like small meditations, granting permission to pause, and creating space for contemplation. Forgotten items and ordinary spaces possess a kind of wilted beauty that alternately suggest playfulness, tranquility, melancholy, and desire.