Unresolved 2026,became a natural title for a body of work that became just that: long, sinuous, and stalling. It was meant to be many things and became something else instead, at its core an interest in entropy, London, and the useless, the broken, and the soon-to-be broken.

It became what it is now. The lack of resolution feels oddly suited to it. In a way, therefore resolved after all.

It is accompanied by writing, drawing, and audio pieces that, in my mind, inhabit the same world of thriving tensions.