main pic of piece - final image 

Time Keeper lingers within the fragile space between structure and surrender — where time no longer feels rigid or measurable, but instead softens into something atmospheric, emotional, and quietly consuming. Faded vintage clocks emerge and disappear across the raw canvas surface; one partially slipping from visibility, another turned upside down as though time itself has lost its orientation. They remain only half-present, dissolving slowly into drifting washes, organic forms, and restless flowing lines.

Created on raw canvas using muted pinks, soft blues, translucent layering, and free-moving mark making, the piece explores the invisible rhythm that quietly shapes human existence. Deadlines, routines, expectations, growth, exhaustion — the subtle structures that govern our lives so consistently they often disappear into the background noise of everyday living.

Surrounding the clocks are fluid whitewashed forms and instinctive looping lines; visual gestures that later became recurring elements throughout much of my practice, including within the Aura Through Life series. Here, they first begin to emerge as emotional traces rather than fixed forms — energetic movements existing somewhere between thought, memory, and subconscious tension.

Central to the work is the idea of the hidden frame — an early exploration of a concept that continues throughout much of my wider practice. A painted frame stretches subtly around the outer edge of the canvas, remaining largely invisible from direct view and only revealing itself when seen from certain angles. Rather than acting as a traditional boundary, the frame exists quietly beneath the surface; present, but easily overlooked.

This concealed structure reflects the unseen systems that shape us psychologically and emotionally — the pressures, routines, and invisible expectations we often carry without fully noticing until they begin to weigh heavily against us. The work asks quietly:

Is time slipping unnoticed into the background of our lives… or are we only now beginning to recognise the quiet weight of its constant hold on us?