Once illuminating forms - fallen chandaliers and suspended installations bear the weight of their own histories. They speak of desire, fragility and what remains after brilliance fades. Trained to equate imperfection with failure; I now locate a form of perfection within destruction itself. Canvases are slashed until they unravel; private diaries are torn apart and reassembled, exposed to gravity and public view. The deliberate undoing of the whole has become both method and meaning- a necessary rupture through which clarity and renewal emerge