Letters To My Mother Letters To My Mother (Rhythmic Blue Script)

This work stages a disciplined field of vertical bars that reads like a woven grid, over which cursive blue gestures drift in horizontal tides, as if language were being carried, erased, and rewritten by water. The palette—icy blues against sandy ochres—creates a saline luminosity, turning the surface into a shoreline where order (measurement, counting, architecture) continually dissolves into breath and improvisation. In the repeated striations and half-legible marks, the piece suggests memory as a system: rhythmic, archival, yet perpetually slipping into abstraction, where meaning survives more as cadence than as statement. What remains is a poised tension between control and surrender, a quiet insistence that the most intimate narratives are often the ones we can only almost read.