For a long time, I wished for a world without mirrors.

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One day, someone met me without using their eyes. In that encounter, I recognised something I had been searching for all my life. Something that felt, somehow, like a memory.

 

Voice. Humidity. Scent. Resonance. Silence. Pulse.

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For a moment, I simply existed.

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Before becoming an image.

 

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In the years that followed, through artistic practice, I found myself returning to the same questions.

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How do we remain in relationship without losing ourselves? ​How do we hold a boundary without hardening it?

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​​One form kept returning. - A ring.

​Not closed inward, but open outward. 

A circle that holds without enclosing.

 

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Perhaps some places become part of us before we know what they mean. Ireland was one of them.

 

Later, I came across the word Rath — an ancient ring fort in Ireland.

Not a fortress, but a form that holds without enclosing. 

Open to the sky. Rooted in the earth.

 

For reasons I cannot quite explain, this image stayed with me. As though it had known me long before I understood it.

 

 

​RATH does not seek to explain experience.

It stays close to moments when something begins to take form.

 

Not in search of certainty—

but open to what, in its own time, may take form.

 

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Nori ​