Rope Climbing

A tangle of bold, black strokes suspends itself in a white void, like a fleeting diagram of motion caught mid-breath. The lines alternately brace and buckle, suggesting a body of structure—scaffold, limb, or root—struggling to reconcile balance with collapse. In its stark reduction, the work turns negative space into a kind of light, letting absence articulate the tension between control and release, certainty and improvisation.