Time cannot be paused, reversed, or owned. It moves forward with relentless precision, counting every heartbeat, shaping every memory, and marking every loss.
This artwork floods the screen with restless numbers, flickering in constant motion. They are fragments of time itself: seconds, days, or years. Even as we watch, more are passing, irretrievable.
Across skies, flowers, and cities, the numbers weave invisible threads, binding everything to time. The flock, the blossom, the crowd, all alive, all finite.
TIME is both mirror and measure, showing us what is gone, what endures, and what escapes us in its endless movement.
