Save Traditional Game 2 (Digital Disconnect)

A cairn of cool, faceted stones rises like a fragile altar at the center, its quiet weight set against a granular, earth-toned field that feels both scorched and contemplative. Orbiting it, the line-drawn devices—phones, tablets, headphones—form a loose halo of modern noise, while the luminous tennis ball in the foreground becomes an uncanny sun: a small, vivid insistence of play and bodily presence in a landscape of mediated attention. The composition reads as a meditation on balance—between permanence and distraction, tactility and screen-glow—where the still stack holds its breath under the constant pull of connectivity.