This archive isn't a vault. It's a living space. A place where works move in and out, where memory and forgetting coexist. Each project, each piece here carries its own story—some complete, others still being written, still being made. Together, they form a database (re)organizing exploration, missteps, revelations, doubt, and growth. It's about presence.
I once heard someone say that archives are where you put all your mistakes. And one day, someone will see them not as mistakes, but as the insight you had ahead of your time. I invite you to explore the contents—the questions, the concepts, the moments of clarity and opacity—because in this space, every 'mistake' holds the potential for brilliance.
That's the delusion I harbor.
I once heard someone say that archives are where you put all your mistakes. And one day, someone will see them not as mistakes, but as the insight you had ahead of your time. I invite you to explore the contents—the questions, the concepts, the moments of clarity and opacity—because in this space, every 'mistake' holds the potential for brilliance.
That's the delusion I harbor.
