Boundary Learned by Touch, Not by Design

I wanted to catch the split second when a gesture meant for a surface becomes a command to reality. I chose a horizon-split composition: rust-and-amber street warmth below and a cold LED canopy above, fused at the palm-print where copper filaments bloom into the cracked plexiglass. Here I show pre-smudge, living glow, and etched afterimage occupying the same square of glass, recursively overwriting—so the viewer feels the ecstatic vertigo of discovering a capability that resolves only at the brink of failure.