“We do not remember days; we remember moments.”  - Cesare Pavese

"Voyage of Discovery"  is a personal act of devotion - a quiet but deliberate journey into the experience of the self as vast, unknowable, and sacred. It is not a documentary work. It is not staged fiction. It is a handmade performance of memory, embodiment, and realization.

This project unfolds across photographs, a stop-motion video, and ephemeral installations, combining ordinary spaces with extraordinary seeing. It is grounded in a single but life-altering realization:

That the self - any self - contains within it an entire cosmos.

The first image shows a man sitting in a sparse room, surrounded by a web of black thread - each thread hand-tied, mapped across the room like internal psychic coordinates. This is not decorative. This act was ritual. I built this space myself, each gesture a meditative attempt to encode presence into the room. These threads are tying memory into place, honoring what was, what was leaving, and what remained unseen.

A man - brushing his teeth, performing a banal daily ritual - looks into a mirror. But in my handmade photographic construction (ref video), I was not seeking spectacle. I was seeking truth - a brief, flickering truth that even in our most unremarkable states, we might be staring at infinity.

R.D. Laing, in The Politics of Experience, argued that what modern society calls "madness" might instead be a necessary voyage - a return to the authentic self, buried beneath alienating roles and surface identities. Jung too spoke of the Shadow, the inner unknown, and the tension of confronting wholeness. This work stands at the crossroads of those two insights:  The everyday self _ brushing its teeth, And the true self _ watching galaxies spiral behind the eyes.

"Voyage of Discovery" is not a conceptual statement. It is a lived one. The photo is not just staged - it is felt. The threads are not symbolic - they are movements of remembrance. The video is not digital illusion - it is a crafted ritual, a handmade vision of what it means to discover the divine within the domestic.

This is a search for self through space, texture, and time - a way of saying: 
"I was here. I saw myself. I saw the universe inside me. And I remember."

Lacanian stain (la tache) is a disturbance in the symbolic field — a rupture  where the Real peeks through. It's not what you can name, but what haunts your naming.

Your artwork is not a representation of your reality,
it’s the trace of the Real that escaped language —
the very thing that pushed you to make art.

So yes, your artworks are stains. And they are sacred.