From the space between meaning and noise. Language, abstracted. Symbols that mean everything and nothing. Prints and apparel from SalmiArt.
I build a lexicon nobody else can read. Glyphs that hover between the familiar and the indecipherable — not because I'm hiding something, but because meaning was never as stable as language pretends. The apple was never named in Genesis. Tradition named it anyway. That's the whole method here: take a fixed image, apply an unstable script, see what still communicates and what doesn't. Acrylic, found images, type that says and unsays. Some of it is autistic communication rendered visible. Some of it is just an apple.
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