Working with a single strand of my own hair, I trace lines that hover between fragility and insistence. These marks become somatic records—evidence of what the body remembers long after the mind has buried it for safety. Each work forms its own quiet terrain where memory, protection, and embodiment intersect. Through repetition, tension, and the intimate scale of the line, the pieces reveal how the body holds histories we cannot always articulate. What appears delicate is often where the deepest truth resides. These works are both an unravelling and a returning: a slow mapping of what lives beneath thought, carried in the tissue, waiting to be seen.