This work explores time as elastic and relational, shaped by entropy, memory, and distance.
Entropy drifts toward disorder; memory mirrors this, scattering while certain moments crystallise and hold. Living apart from my family, I felt time move differently for each of us, yet remain connected.
Roles had quietly reversed.
In Homer's Odyssey, Penelope, weaving and unweaving, doesn't resist entropy.
She inhabits it, measuring time in small acts and repetition. Though I am the one who left, I find myself in her position, navigating the gap between my family's memories and my own.
My practice follows this logic. Through repetition and unmaking, I treat memory as cyclical, exacting labour.
I work with salt prints — photography's earliest form — where salt both dissolves and preserves.
What endures is not what lasts longest, but what refuses to disappear.
As Alice observed — a girl who fell out of ordinary time — "Forever… sometimes, is just one second."
In that second, time doesn't pass. It gathers.
