I started by blasting a thin plastic sheet with bright light. The physics did the rest. Heat puckered the surface and finally burned through, turning illumination into a drawing made by fire. The image sits on that edge where glow becomes scar: a photograph written by temperature as much as by light. Only later did I learn how close this was to Alberto Burri’s Combustioni plastiche, where fire itself becomes the brush, just like in one of his pieces above from 1963.

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