There Was Never A Minus To Begin With

I wanted the viewer to feel the instant a tool reveals itself as a limb—reflex and algorithm folding into one muscle. I set diagonal slabs of liquid stone in unstable suspension and let a failing scan-bar overwrite them into a tri-temporal palimpsest, so pre-residue, active flow, and post-scar occupy the same wound. Look where the barcode-collapse erases motifs before they form and where a frozen sound hinge cracks the surface ahead of impact—the exhilaration is in suddenly seeing ultraviolet logic in your own gesture, the risk is letting connection itself become catastrophe until the boundary simply stops existing.