The concept of my work intertwines itself within glances, within silences, within faces that quietly retreat into the shadows of the unconscious—where they ascend, piercing the cryptic heavens of a self not yet revealed. My hand wanders in search of the traces of two bodies, discreetly emerging beneath the shadow of an eye encircled by an infinity of other eyes, hidden in the soul’s skin of bygone times. I open one door, then another, and another still—onward, into infinity—in an endless search for selves… A (non-)face gazes back, contemplative, beyond the window of a seasonless sky, merging with the humble rise of a blade of grass, or with some extension of the nostalgia that has haunted me for years. And now my layered melancholy yellows, ripens, and suddenly falls, like an overripe fruit, stripping my eye bare and leaving it Naked in the darkness of Light.