In the quiet hum of the pen plotter, I find myself lost in the liminal space between the fantastical and the logical. These text-based works are manifestations of graphical introspections of the dialectics of life itself. They tease out the nebulous complexity of confidence, the beguiling allure of distraction, and the serendipity of fantastic mistakes.
Each stroke by the machine, devoid of human hand yet filled with intention, is a testament to the inherent repetition that defines our existence. It is a repetition not of monotony but of patterns, cycles, and intricate threads that interweave to create the tapestry of our shared reality. The repetition is not a redundancy; instead, it becomes a symbol of continuity, a constant reassurance of familiarity amidst the chaos.
These works are thus a dialogue, a conversation between the viewer, the machine, and the text. They draw us into an exploration of confidence and distraction, of logic and magic, of repetition, and of the beauty that lies in fantastic mistakes. They hold up a mirror to our existence, revealing not just what is but what could be.