Fractured Gaze
A fingertip traces the cold porcelain of a mask, following hairline fissures that weave through hollow eyes like veins in marble. These cracks form new pupils, suggesting that sight is born from fracture rather than wholeness. As sunlight illuminates the apples nearby, revealing their bruised skin, the distinction between the vessel and its breaks dissolves into a single, textured surface. In this quiet merging of flaw and form, the object finds a fragile peace.