Artist about this artwork
There is too much of everything. Too much noise, too many weightless words, too many overlapping images that leave no trace. Too much to give, too much to ask, too much to accept.
A suspended gesture. The thumb and index finger barely touch, while the rest of the hand remains in waiting. A universal sign, a delicate balance between holding on and letting go.
TOO MUCH is not just a measure; it’s a feeling. The exact point where something ceases to be desired and becomes excess. Where fullness turns into a burden, and necessity into surplus.
But when does too much truly become too much? When do we realize we’ve crossed the line, or when do we stop feeling it?
A suspended gesture. The thumb and index finger barely touch, while the rest of the hand remains in waiting. A universal sign, a delicate balance between holding on and letting go. TOO MUCH is not just a measure; it’s a feeling. The exact point where something ceases to be desired and becomes excess. Where fullness turns into a burden, and necessity into surplus.
But when does too much truly become too much? When do we realize we’ve crossed the line, or when do we stop feeling it?