There is nothing unilateral about the human experience. Even solitude has its
dialectic. Dialogues exist among and between ourselves, as well as the world
we inhabit, and listening requires more than just the faculties of our ears.
My aim is to show the collision and interaction between the lines, like the
collision and interaction between our bodies and souls, or between man and
technology, or between the street and the subway, or between the past and
memory … between time itself. Sometimes even between the words; words that
live on in other words; stories that are etched above or faded below other
stories; lines that take on new meaning when they bleed across columns and
collide.
It is the conversation we need to have.
It is the conversation we are having.