2025 July #012. The boundaries we construct are more fragile than we admit. Working with these torn forms, I became obsessed with the moment of rupture—that precise point where one reality gives way to another. The gold creates a framework that both contains and emphasizes the tears. These aren't damages but revelations.
What interests me is how we navigate these thresholds. The muted blue background serves as a field of potential, neither here nor there but somewhere between defined states. The crimson intrusions feel both violent and necessary, like truth forcing its way through convention.
These dimensional breaches expose the provisional nature of what we consider solid. Reality isn't seamless but perforated with openings we typically ignore. The vertical elements suggest passage without guaranteeing safe arrival.
Perhaps meaning doesn't reside in wholeness but emerges at these junctures where categories dissolve. The tears aren't meant to be mended—they're portals to understanding. What bleeds through these openings isn't chaos but a more complex order, one that accommodates multiplicity rather than insisting on singularity. The architecture frames the void but cannot ultimately contain it.
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