CONDUCT THIS blurs the line between control and cacophony, where music, memory, and motion collide into something both orchestrated and wildly unpredictable. The head blooms into pattern, suggesting a mind alive with rhythm, fragments, and signals all arriving at once.
 
There’s a playful authority here — the illusion that we can direct the noise, shape the chaos, turn it into something coherent. And sometimes, against all odds, we do.
A portrait of creative control in a world that refuses to stay in time.
 
Printed on 270 gsm semi-luster paper