Obsession. Repetition. Imperfection. Reflection.
The room is a self-portrait, a construction based on reality. Numerous selfies have been combined to form a new image, a face that hides in darkness but makes its presence known, always watching. The lines of the grid are the bars that keep realities locked away, stopping them from appearing fully formed.
The low hum in the background grows louder until it's inescapable, only to fade away, only then do you notice that something is missing, a void that is only filled once it slowly returns.
There is a light. A guiding light. A lamp above the doorway, showing you the way out, the way to go home, to escape from the impenetrable darkness that surrounds you.
The process is as important as the final piece (and fully visible), with seemingly endless repetition that is never quite right, that gets derailed and repeated, over and over, filling countless hours but only fuelling more imperfection, creating chaos while trying to maintain order.