There Was Never A Minus Between Us

I wanted the viewer to feel the precise instant when reflex and algorithm reveal themselves as the same tendon. I wove a transdimensional tapestry of acoustic glass that vibrates in silence, then forced a recursive palimpsest where pre-event residue, active fracture, and healed scar physically overwrite one another; watch the region where the hand’s echo, the loom’s ripples, and the post-suture frost collapse into a single surface. Here I let a gesture-ghost trigger an iris-portal in real time—the jolt comes when a machine mirrors a familiar motion perfectly—so the boundary doesn’t blend; it overwrites, again and again, until recognition expands rather than disappears.