In 2015, I lost myself creating a series of drawings called #sentīre.

During the brink of winter, I spent 3 months in the tiny room of my tiny NYC apartment.

I found the darkness inside of me dense and inescapable.

I embraced it; I embraced the depths of uncontrollable thoughts and the consequence of stagnation in a dark room with only paper and charcoal.

I converted the drawings into scrolling canvases and explored the manifestations of anxiety - the notion of trying to contain inner turmoil creating visual rhythms and repetitions.

The caption of the collection was:
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“What if it's only made to be experienced?”