This exhibition is about pause, rhythm, and presence. To breathe is to create space inside the body, and in these works, that space extends outward into paper, line, and form. Some are veiled, their surfaces layered with translucent skin that shifts the image into partial obscurity. Others are unveiled, direct and exposed. Still others stretch into scrolls that rise and fall from ceiling to floor, curling at the edges like the rhythm of breath itself-an inhale, an exhale, a cycle of opening and release.
My process begins in fragments: a dot, a smudge, a mark that might otherwise be dismissed as nothing. I linger there. I let the fragment guide me, the way one follows the grain of wood or the drift of smoke. A faint trace becomes the beginning of a body, a rhythm, or a memory. What could have been overlooked expands, takes shape, and insists on being present.
Each work becomes less about representation and more about presence-how a line trembles, how a form emerges from chance, how a shadow moves across paper. These are not finished answers but living encounters. They remind us that form is never fixed; it changes with our breath, our gaze, our nearness to the surface.
At the foot of the scrolls rest stools and bowls of water stained with charcoal-uling from the everyday transformed into a vessel for reflection. A single brush lies waiting, its presence quiet, its gesture implied. The water will not be refilled; it will slowly evaporate over the course of the exhibition, a silent reminder of impermanence, of time passing, of breath dissolving into air. These elements extend the drawings into space, asking the viewer not only to look but to pause, to breathe, to notice the fleeting.
The works in The Breathing Room do not explain themselves. Instead, they invite a slowing down, a quiet attentiveness. They ask for a moment of recognition-of seeing fragments gather into form, of watching space become something you can almost touch. In that pause, the work completes itself, not on the paper but in the body of the viewer, where presence takes form and silence finds rhythm.
