**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 and then bound them with prisms that refract impossible futures in rusted light. I chose bone-white space, terracotta caustics, and razor-cold paradox prisms to trigger the rush of a new sense arriving, while a single overlap zone carries residue, impact, and scar all at once. Look at how the shards mirror each other’s gestures: if your gaze moves, the boundary dissolves—and you realize it was always your own circuitry looking back.