Flow hex, Plaster of Paris (2025)
It all started with a walk. I was down in Mexico, on a beach near the Yucatán Peninsula. The ground wasn't just sand, it was these incredible stone slabs, packed – and I mean packed – with fossilized seashells. You could see the details of every little swirl and ridge. It really got me thinking... what kind of environment could create something like that? So I did a little digging, so to say, and found out the whole peninsula was formed by that massive meteor impact, the one that wiped out most of the dinosaurs.
That's when it really hit me. Here I was, standing on the remnants of this catastrophic event, millions of years old, with these ancient creatures literally under my feet. It made my own life, any human life, feel so fleeting, so incredibly brief in the grand scheme of things. The scale of time just blew me away. It was a profound feeling, a kind of humbling awe at the sheer vastness of Earth's history.
That day on the beach, feeling the weight of all that time, I knew I needed to capture that feeling, that understanding, in my art. That's really the heart of my "Flow" series. It's not just about the pretty patterns or the technique, it's about trying to represent the enormity of time, the flow of existence, the way the past shapes the present. And I suppose, to remember what the touch of the old stone under my feet did to me. I want to try convey that sense of the ephemeral nature of our lives compared to the deep time of our planet. I have not fully figured out how to materialize this yet. This work is a milestone for me, a product of my habitual prayer to finally reach there.