Imagine that art is a playground, with all its elements thrown together like blocks in a block box. Every shape, form, design, color, material, texture, technique, and context are mixed and matched. They are bent, stretched, torn, reordered, stripped, and assembled until the blocks are no longer solid and it becomes unclear if they should be called blocks at all. ‍ Like the myths brought through migration, images can be blurred, cut up and sewn back together, each recital making them into something new. Can the canvas carry the weight of heritage or should it be held up by something stronger? Finding new forms and shapes in new techniques always provides more than one challenge. What is the end of a painting and the beginning of something sculptural? When does surface become object? ‍ To unravel one thread is to dismantle the whole. In IKAT the technique embodies its philosophy, as a vision of life interwoven into a structure that we all shape at once. A patchwork of amalgamated worldviews, traditions and perspectives incompatible but interlinked regardless. ‍ Imagine that the world is a playground and all of its equipment is as intriguing as when you were still a kid. Each design as fascinating as the next and each of them generating meaning in an entirely different way. Imagine then that everything is determined by what it is not. Without darkness no light, without containment no freedom, and without reflection no reality. Imagine that without contrast there is no balance. Without the warp there is no weft.