The Untranslated Self

THE UNTRANSLATED SELF
There are parts of you that language has never reached. Not because they are hidden, but because words were never the right instrument for them. They exist below the threshold of articulation — in the body, in instinct, in the layer of experience that precedes thought. You know them by feel, not by name.
The Untranslated Self goes there.
Circular forms pulse across a field of deep blues, purples and yellow — not decorative, but pressurised, as if something underneath is pushing toward the surface. Soft glazes and sharp geometric patterns overlap like the layered texture of consciousness itself — memory surfacing through logic, emotion cutting across structure, moments of sudden stillness interrupting sustained movement. The composition doesn't resolve into a single reading. It holds multiple frequencies simultaneously, and different things will emerge depending on when you look and what you bring with you.
Built with acrylic, gesso, ink, markers and glazing on birchwood panel, the surface carries a dimensional quality — layers visible beneath layers, depth that the eye keeps finding further in. At 40 × 40 cm it commands presence without demanding attention. It simply waits, with the particular patience of things that know they will be found eventually.
There is no single meaning here to decode. There is only what resonates — and that will be different for everyone who stands in front of it.
40 × 40 cm · Acrylic, gesso, ink, markers and glazing on birchwood panel · 2025 · One of a kind Presented in a black wood tray frame. Total framed dimensions 52 × 52 cm. Signed, titled and dated on the reverse. Certificate of Authenticity included.