Logolepsy

Background

Ever wonder what art would be like without the artist’s control? In year one, I explored this question through “Gen Art,” where chance reigns supreme. My chosen canvas? Words themselves. My tool? Blackout Poetry, a technique where ink becomes sculptor, carving meaning from sentences to reveal hidden poems.

Armed with personal rules and dusty journals, I sparked new life into forgotten whispers. Each poem, a fragile leaf, hangs suspended on a fishing line, inviting you to wander through my past. As you step, familiar faces emerge from sepia-toned photographs, echoing the words you navigate. Leaves rustle, poems shimmer, and suddenly, you’re not just reading – you’re walking through a tapestry of memories, woven from chance and creativity.