These artworks evoke a striking blend of chaos and confinement, expressed through dark lines that tangle and twist across the surface, forming figures that seem both present and absent, grounded yet fading. The heavy, looping strokes reflect the tension of narrow, restricted spaces, a visual echo of the confinement experienced during the pandemic. There is an undeniable weight to the images—a sense of the artist wrestling with inner turmoil, seeking meaning and escape through spontaneous creation.

In these works, the lines do not merely define the figures, but rather trap them, as if they are struggling to emerge from the crowded, suffocating environment. The dark, swirling strokes resemble the weight of thoughts and emotions swirling within the confined space of isolation.

Whenever the artist stumbles upon a piece of paper—whether ruled, written on, or otherwise marked—they drown the surface in these chaotic lines. It becomes a ritual, a release, a desperate attempt to fill emptiness with expression. The act of drawing seems less like a method of creation and more like a way to make sense of a world rapidly unraveling. In this process, paper becomes the sole refuge for expression—a place where time, space, and emotion collapse into each other, leaving behind the tangled remnants of uncertainty, fear, and perhaps, fleeting moments of clarity.

In these works, the paper is not simply a medium; it is a lifeline.