Entangled Topographies

A Visual Score of Grief, Displacement, and Tracing

→ I do not draw the wire.
    → I draw its shadow.
    → Light falls.
    → A tangle appears.

Lines emerge:
    not planned.
    not corrected.
    just followed.

Loss bends the wire.
    Light makes it visible.
I trace—to remain close.

This is not therapy.
    This is not resolution.
    This is a dérive of the heart.

→ Mapping the immaterial.
    → Holding what trembles.
    → Offering a shared space to drift.

Your grief may not look like mine—
    but we can still
trace
together.