In this piece, the world unfolds as an impossible architecture - an Escher-like network of stairs, empty pools, and human figures repeating gestures that never quite complete themselves.
A lone orator presides over an amphitheater devoid of listeners, surrounded by divers poised above drained basins, waders suspended in their own stillness.
The work began as a meditation on structure and disconnection - on how we build systems, rituals, and performances to contain the ache of meaning.
Each impression layers another attempt at coherence, yet the space resists closure; the geometry loops, the pools remain dry, and speech dissolves into rhythm.
I think of the print as a plan for something that cannot be built - a map of the human need to speak, to be witnessed, echoing reverberation even when no one is there to hear.
Stretched on wooden frame.