Epimyth
Benzalkonium
*Each copy is assembled by hand using raw, tactile materials. The physical object mirrors the work itself: restrained, weathered, and intentionally unresolved* There is a point at which something familiar begins to dissolve... Not all at once, but slowly, a quiet erosion. Edges soften. Meanings drift. What once held form becomes uncertain, and in that uncertainty, something else begins to surface. Benzalkonium inhabits this threshold. Across two discs, Epimyth traces a landscape of pressure and…