
About this work / story layer
Face to Face Within
I imagined each worry, wish, duty, and passing thought as a branch growing inside the head. At first, these branches may seem alive and even beautiful. But little by little, they become so dense that they hide the person beneath them. The figure sits on a rough stone and cradles its own head, as if trying to understand what is still truly its own. The pale tree above the body feels fragile and beautiful, but it also makes clear vision harder. Maurice Merleau-Ponty thought that we do not simply have bodies. We live through them, and through them we meet the world and ourselves. I made this piece to suggest that some thoughts are not only in the mind. They become weight, posture, silence, and sometimes a distance from ourselves.


