The Limb We Mistook for a Tool

I wanted to show that the face, the hand, and the phone were never separate—so I split them apart and bound them with paradox prisms that refract impossible space in warm terracotta and aged gold. I chose a bone-white field and razor-edged, mirrorlike crystals to stage an ecstatic, tranquil vertigo where circuitry bleeds from skin and pixels shed into tendons. Look closely where the three-time palimpsest overlaps: residue, event, and scar continuously overwrite each other, so the viewer feels the instant a boundary dissolves and realizes it was gone all along.