Camellia is drawn to time: what it is, how the Earth turns, how its movement is bound to the sun. She approaches time through the discipline of calligraphy, using repetition to make time visible. Time is not universal; it is personal—yours, hers, his—experienced differently by each body. For Camellia, thirty minutes of practice becomes a trace of lived time. She folds the paper, folding time with it. Gathered over days and weeks, time accumulates, no longer abstract but condensed—something that can be held, carried, and touched.
