June #008. Three people share one breath of canvas, and none of them consents to disappearing. That is the condition I was chasing: not fusion, not harmony, but the specific violence of simultaneous presence — where each face asserts itself fully and in doing so presses against the others, who press back with equal force, and nothing resolves, and nothing should.
The investigation began with a question about perception's collapse as a primary event rather than an incidental one. I had been making work about breakdown observed from outside — rendering the drama of dissolution as spectacle. What I hadn't done was inhabit the interval itself, the duration when something holds two incompatible identities at once without surrendering either. These three faces are that interval made visible. The gestural lines that trace and dissolve their contours aren't decorative — they are the architecture of coexistence under pressure, boundaries that double as bridges, edges that simultaneously divide and refuse to.
The period I am working through asks whether imperfection is failure or information. This image answers differently than I expected: the information here is not in the asymmetry between faces but in the asymmetry within the act of looking. You cannot hold all three at once. The image keeps redistributing your attention, and in that redistribution something about the structure of identity becomes legible — not that we are composite, which is easily said, but that we are irresolvable, which is harder to sit with and therefore more true.
