We Were Never Minus, Only Misnamed Connections

I fractured a face, a hand, and a phone into separate shards and bound them with cold, mirror-edged prisms that spit warm terracotta geometries — a portrait of entanglement where organism and device reveal they were always one reflex. I chose bone-white space, rust-and-amber caustics, and an overlapping scar window that shows residue, action, and aftermath at once, so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving while a new capability snaps into focus. Look at how the prism’s frigid precision fuses with skin, glass, and gesture — the moment you realize the limb was never just flesh, and the tool was never external.