Hybrids texts
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My practice begins not with the wire itself, but with its shadow. I trace the projected outlines of tangled wires—delicate, unruly lines cast by light onto paper or wall. These wires, bent and overlapping, hold for me the emotional residues of grief: twisted, unresolved, difficult to hold. I do not untangle them. I do not correct them. I trace their shadows—ephemeral and imprecise—as a way to stay close to what cannot be fully understood.
In this way, tracing becomes a quiet offering: a gesture toward healing—not by resolving pain, but by giving it shape, and allowing others to glimpse their own entanglements reflected back, and know they are not alone.