I don’t make art to be seen.
I gather what has already been overlooked.

Headlines. Scraps.
The corner of a photograph.
The half-sentence in a news article no one paused to feel.

Each piece is a fragment

a ritual in noticing.

This work is not protest,
but presence.
Not spectacle,
but evidence.

An altar made of soft resistance.
A record of how I stayed alive
in the noise.