In a field of granular darkness, a cluster of disembodied hands erupts from a single collar like thoughts breaking through the confines of the self, each gesture poised between plea, defense, and reaching. The stark monochrome and etched textures turn skin into stone—anatomy rendered as evidence—while the blurred, citylike lights behind suggest a world that dazzles yet refuses clarity. By multiplying the body’s most expressive instrument, the work frames identity as a chorus of impulses: to connect, to withdraw, to speak without a mouth, and to be seen in a landscape that overwhelms.