Swiping had never been part of my visual language. And yet, the gesture, once initiated with viewing social media, cruising hook-up apps, or online shopping lingered—unfelt but known. My body remembered what my mind forgot. In Touched, I looked for ways to give that fleeting interaction duration. I degassed paper in paraffin and built up layers of material with my finger, swiping until residue formed. These gestures were later cast in bronze—some of the screen proxies filled completely, others only partially formed where the metal didn’t quite settle. The work expanded into finger coverings, between-the-finger rings, and a performance where I gold-leafed clothes by hand, smearing value across fabric. What’s touched may not always stay—but it marks us.