Tales
Gaspar Noé’s Dream Logic and My Surreal Figures...
When Reality Begins to Slip Gaspar Noé has a way of filming the moment when reality starts to dissolve—when the familiar bends, stretches, or melts into something stranger and more...
Gaspar Noé’s Dream Logic and My Surreal Figures...
When Reality Begins to Slip Gaspar Noé has a way of filming the moment when reality starts to dissolve—when the familiar bends, stretches, or melts into something stranger and more...
From Noé’s Neon to My Botanica: Translating Cin...
When Neon Becomes an Emotional Language Whenever I think of Gaspar Noé’s films, I return first to the neon—the electric hues that pulse like veins, the glowing fields of colour...
From Noé’s Neon to My Botanica: Translating Cin...
When Neon Becomes an Emotional Language Whenever I think of Gaspar Noé’s films, I return first to the neon—the electric hues that pulse like veins, the glowing fields of colour...
Gaspar Noé and the Aesthetics of Sensory Overlo...
When Chaos Becomes a Form of Beauty Whenever I revisit Gaspar Noé’s work, I’m reminded of how excess—when handled with intention—can become its own emotional language. His films saturate the...
Gaspar Noé and the Aesthetics of Sensory Overlo...
When Chaos Becomes a Form of Beauty Whenever I revisit Gaspar Noé’s work, I’m reminded of how excess—when handled with intention—can become its own emotional language. His films saturate the...
Roots of Destiny: Why Twisting Botanicals Feel ...
When Roots Begin to Behave Like Stories When I draw twisting botanicals—roots curling into spirals, vein-like lines threading through petals—I often feel as though I’m tracing something older than the...
Roots of Destiny: Why Twisting Botanicals Feel ...
When Roots Begin to Behave Like Stories When I draw twisting botanicals—roots curling into spirals, vein-like lines threading through petals—I often feel as though I’m tracing something older than the...
Why We See Ourselves in Symbolic Figures: Femin...
When a Figure on the Wall Starts to Feel Like Us When I think about why symbolic figures feel so personal, I return to the simple truth that we look...
Why We See Ourselves in Symbolic Figures: Femin...
When a Figure on the Wall Starts to Feel Like Us When I think about why symbolic figures feel so personal, I return to the simple truth that we look...
The Quiet Power of Repetition: Patterns, Psycho...
When Repetition Becomes a Soft Anchor When I think about the quiet power of repetition, I think about the way a pattern can steady the mind without ever announcing itself....
The Quiet Power of Repetition: Patterns, Psycho...
When Repetition Becomes a Soft Anchor When I think about the quiet power of repetition, I think about the way a pattern can steady the mind without ever announcing itself....