Womb

In this intimate durational performance, the artist transforms a gallery space into a living metaphor for the prenatal void — a sanctuary where form, identity, and selfhood are suspended in a state of primordial becoming. In an effort to explore the existential thresholds of our being while interrogating the architecture of selfhood, this performance challenges viewers to consider identity not as a fixed construction but as a continuously forming, dissolving, and reforming presence.For three days, mirroring the trimesters of gestation, the artist inhabits the gallery as a "womb," severed from the external world except for interactions mediated through a singular, metaphorical umbilical cord.

This radical withdrawal from the stimuli of the outside world functions not as an escape, but as an excavation: a deliberate unmaking of the self in order to return to a state prior to narrative, expectation, and social inscription. The artist refuses to consume, accept, or engage with anything or anyone that does not arrive through this symbolic lifeline — a gesture that underscores the fragile, dependent threshold between internal consciousness and external reality.

In a profound act of embodied meditation, the artist commits to dissolving identity, exploring the liminal space where form has yet to coalesce and meaning remains formless. Within this unknowing, the artist generates works that emerge directly from deep states of contemplation: body imprint paintings that capture fleeting impressions of both the self and visiting participants, as well as enigmatic black figures that stand as spectral representations of beings encountered during this "womb" state.

These black forms — at once haunting and protective — evoke the shadow archetypes that precede language and story, while the body imprints serve as visceral records of ephemeral presence. Together, they create a charged topography of pre-birth consciousness, where the body is both container and conduit.

Ultimately, the work is an invitation — to contemplate who we might become if stripped of all inherited narratives and re-entered the world as pure potential, unmarked by the insatiable machinery of identity. It is a quiet revolution against the tyranny of the visible self, offering instead a return to the sublime mystery of simply being.