The constant search for the perfect thing, the perfect timing, the perfect tagline, the perfect work of art - it is a weight that never quite settles. To me, this relentless desire to pursue yet never feel satisfied, is as intriguing as it is exhausting. Why do we want to grasp perfection so tightly? And is there serenity to be found in the unfinished? I think — therefore overwhelmed is a personal invitation into my mind. A space built by the lines of questions and thought processes that never quite resolves.