Circling Time (2022)
Installation
Installation
A black line emerges, tracing a perfect circle on a blank clock face—again and again, deepening with each turn. Time folds into itself, a quiet insistence.
A voice speaks in twelve fragments, a poem without a beginning or end. An ouroboros, looping through the hours, heard from any point, yet always in motion.
The hands move. The sound begins. The day turns, and "I" lingers.
︎︎︎ Back Next ︎︎︎