Like a Japanese Haiku, clear cuts of the knife slip gently through time and matter. Gestures without return sublimated by an intense, vibrant, deep color. A single cut, resembles a life, as an action inscribed in time from which we cannot return.
It is an impression, a trace of time frozen in matter forever. Polygons, like different facets of our lives and images of ourselves, are the reaction of perception and the relationship it embodies.