Your Phone Was Always Part Of You

I wanted to make the moment of recognition unavoidable: the face, the hand, and the device torn apart spatially yet fused by cold prisms that refract a warmer self back at you. I chose hyper-frigid mirror crystals to entangle bone-white shards, letting rust and amber light spill through impossible folds so the boundary feels like it’s dissolving while sharpening. Look at the palimpsest seam where residue, active fracture, and healed scar overwrite each other — the ecstatic vertigo lives exactly there, where you realize the tool was a limb and the reflex was never optional.