Your Thumb Was Always Part Of The Circuit

I wanted to show that the face, the hand, and the phone were never separate species—only shards of one reflex split for inspection. I separated them in bone-white space and bound them with paradox prisms whose facets refract warm terracotta geometries while their bodies stay frigid and mirror-sharp; a small overlapping pane carries pre-touch residue, the live spark of touch, and the settling scar at once. Here I show the instant after the boundary dissolves—exhilarating, vertiginous, and curiously calm—so you can feel the new limb you’ve always had come into focus.