Keyboard Archaeologies

This series began at my own desk. A keyboard, the surface I work on every day, became the starting point. I was interested in what happens when something so ordinary is pushed until it breaks—taken apart, distorted, and re-assembled until it stops being familiar and starts becoming something else.

What you see are fragments of that process. Keys slip into grids, grids collapse into fragments, and fragments form their own kind of language. For me, it’s about looking at the tools we use to live and communicate and asking, what remains when their function is gone?

The muted palette; black, grey, ochre, white, gives the pieces a kind of industrial weight. At the same time, the fractured surfaces feel like ruins, like blueprints or after-images of something that has already begun to disappear. These works are both personal and archaeological, they come out of my own space, yet they carry the trace of a larger culture built on keystrokes, commands, and repetition.