30.5 x 30.5 x 4cm
 
Artist pigment, photography and timber
 
Each black cube carries a fragment — a pixel of a place I’ve been but cannot visualise. Arranged in a grid, they form the underpass at Canterbury Station, echoing the sliding puzzles I solved as a child.
 
One piece is missing. It has to be.
 
That empty square was never a flaw — it was how the puzzle moved.
How the picture shifted. How things fell into place.
 
With Aphantasia, memory slides into focus through logic, association, and repetition — not through image. This work reflects that constant recalibration. It mimics wholeness, but nothing here is fixed.
 
The image is assembled, for now. A temporary solution to something that can't be solved.