The human mind and body are not a fixed wholeness; they are an organic field of chaos that constantly fragments and reunites under the weight of memory, silent traumas, and time. The self is too deep, complex, and layered to remain on a single surface. We are at a threshold every moment; we stand balanced right on our own internal boundaries, those psychological limits.
Starting from flesh, skin, and the direct sense of touch, I delve into the deconstruction of identity. Overlapping faces, intertwining hands, and raw, tactile reality spilling outward; it is the inner world embodied in physicality, materialized. Despite the cold, structural layers of the background, the body surpasses its own biomorphic boundaries in a warm, organic, and uncontrollable manner, multiplying by fragmenting.