This is not photography. It is memory ritual.

In a time when moments are flattened into selfies and scrolls, I chose thread — fragile, physical, manual — as my way of keeping a moment alive. The image may be still, but my body remembers the motion of pulling each string, anchoring every point into the wall, encircling a space where love and loss quietly coexisted.

The performance was real, not staged. The camera captured the stillness after movement — but the art lies in the motion itself.

I did this not to be seen, but to feel. Not to document, but to remember.

2018