Your Flesh Was the Screen All Along

I wanted the viewer to feel the ecstatic vertigo of realizing their own flesh is already interface. I chose entropy-silk threads to weave her arm into dissolving grid fragments, warm terracotta and burnt sienna lights bleeding into chrome reflections, so that skin and screen braid and unbraid in the same breath. Look at the wrist patch where pre-residue, the active tap, and the post-scar afterimage physically overlap — a recursive overwrite that makes the shock unavoidable: the body never ended where we thought it did.