
About this work / story layer
Under the Weight of Thought
The body sits on a rough stone and folds inward, holding its own face beneath a pale tree of crowded branches. The figure feels tired and familiar, like someone trying to hear a private truth under the pressure of daily life. I wanted the branches to suggest worries, duties, hopes, and borrowed expectations as they gather inside the mind and begin to cover the person beneath them. Martin Heidegger wrote about how everyday life can pull us away from a more honest sense of being. For me, that distance appears when the noise around us slowly becomes the noise inside us. I made this image to speak about the need to pause, clear space, and return to a self we can still recognize.


