Flesh & Trace

The charcoal scrapes across the page, yet the familiar curve of a childhood drawing refuses to materialize cleanly—a persistent waver betrays the hand’s intention. Even when still, a faint tremor lingers in the arm that once held this gesture effortlessly. This difficulty isn't mere clumsiness but a resistance within the body itself; attempting recall feels like pushing against something yielding and dense. Each stroke subtly alters the remembered form, suggesting that even deeply ingrained habits are not immutable records, but constantly renegotiated shapes formed by what is seen—and unseen—over time.