Trauma doesn’t always erupt like a volcano. Sometimes it retreats inward, stored like case files, flattened and made manageable. amalfi reflects this process: a methodical, almost robotic way of coping, where emotional weight is turned into something orderly and contained.
The moped badge, once part of a moving body, was torn off in a crash. Now stuck like evidence to a vivid orange plaque. The color of brake lights, of abrupt stops. Just like the seatbelt: a symbol of safety, but also of restraint and tension. Metal clips hold it all together like a record on a clipboard – cold, administrative, emotionless.
The work quietly explores what it means to survive by compartmentalizing pain: treating memory like data, not emotion.
