I wanted to show that the face, the hand, and the device were never separate—only observed at different angles of the same reflex. I split them into suspended shards and bound them with paradox prisms that refract warm terracotta geometries through bone-white air, so the viewer feels the instant their own boundary liquefies. Look at the overlap where touch’s residue, the live spark, and the healed scar coexist and overwrite each other—this is where the portrait admits we’ve always been larger than our skin.