Departure

"We are nature seeing itself, feeling itself, folding back into the earth." — David Abram
Motion suggests destination, but here, nothing arrives.
Instead, there is a soft surrender — to rhythm, to gravity.
Charcoal flickers, Time stutters in dust and light. Circuitry mirrors roots. Rails branch like veins through darkened corridors, tracing the nervous system of a world half-human, half-forgotten.

I'm inviting the viewer into a liminal space where escape and continuity are indistinguishable — an artistic refusal to follow a linear path.