A Quiet Loop of Making and Unmaking

I'm interested in how things are held together — load paths, tolerances, the order a structure has to obey before it earns a shape. Every object begins as a mechanism: what must be true for it to move, to carry, to hold. Form is only what survives that.

Then it has to be seen. I build the thing in full and put it under light — surface, wear, the weight a material should read as — until something invented photographs like something found. The objects do not exist; the images argue otherwise.

Mecha and science fiction are the brief, not the styling — futures borrowed only for their constraints. Most of what I make is built to come apart again; I keep the few that refuse. I don't explain the objects. Whatever matters is already in them.