10 Hours 26 Minutes Life Facsimile (Event Horizon)

A luminous vortex of white, filament-like strokes coils against a velvety black ground, turning absence into a charged, magnetic center. The concentric rings feel both constructed and unraveling—threads of energy that suggest ritual, orbit, and the patient labor of time—while their frayed edges introduce a quiet instability, as if the form is vibrating at the threshold of dissolution. By letting light behave like a material rather than an illumination, the work stages a meditation on cycles: protection and entrapment, continuity and erosion, the self circling its own unknown.