Darkened canvases bear clocks whose hands point to thresholds rather than hours—subjective moments of importance within lives now lost. This attunement challenges time’s assumed continuity; instead, it seems built from accumulated focal points, each experience refracting light differently and generating unique perspectives as described by Husserl's phenomenology. Dust motes dance in the workshop shadows, demonstrating how even careful records cannot fully contain perception’s inherent subjectivity—and perhaps meaning resides less in documentation than in what remains unrecorded.
