I have found myself involuntarily pressed against a screen, suffocated, as every-time the idea of the outside world was whimsical. In solitude I dove deep to find what my insides looked like, as the time of consolation and loneliness elongated, I noticed how my insides look weird most days tangled and twisted and tense. As if there where toxic leakage. Feeling like I had lost touch due to the amusment of technology and its endless hole, as if were to ease the pain. As fog starts to emerge on the screen I am pressed on to, I found myself gasping for air.

Now that we have been liberated, I reliazed I let myself get lost, as I tried to escape the blurred line between reality and what seems like a dream. A nightmare. Now I am tied up, as a result of self-limitation, How do I touch down to nature.

(noun). the study of the effect of light on chemicals

ACTINOLOGY SPRING SUMMER 2021 is inspired by the subtle contrast between raw textures and futurism. Taking an experimental approach on sculpted forms and aerodynamic fluidity to reach a rhythm of imperfection and accident. Reminiscing on past artistic dimensions with the aim to generate a spaced-out concept of a modular effect and androgynous punk. Using a juxtaposition of prints and shapes as a conversation driver on toxic leakage and its detrimental effects.