We Were Always Holding Our Own Nerves

I wanted to fracture the portrait into separated limbs of one system — face, hand, and phone as co-owners of a single reflex. I chose hyper-cold mirror prisms to entangle the shards and refract warm terracotta interiors, so the boundary dissolves while remaining scalpel-sharp. Here the viewer should feel an ecstatic vertigo: your touch travels through crystal logic and returns as sensation you already thought, proving the device was not beside you but within you all along.