Detachment
I did not understand it right away. For some time, a growing dissatisfaction had been quietly building toward what I was doing.
The detachment happened suddenly. Not because of an external crisis, but due to an increasingly present inner unease.
Abstraction had been my first love. It had given me freedom, openness, possibilities for research.
But at a certain point, it was no longer enough. I wanted more.
I needed to confront something new, something that had deeper roots within me.
Studio, Paris
