Time and transformation collide in this surreal clockwork composition. Layered faces overlap like fragments of the self, hinting at cycles of growth, struggle, and renewal. The clock’s hands cut through them as if to ask whether we ever truly arrive, or if we are always becoming. It’s a meditation on impermanence, self-invention, and the endless unfolding of human identity.
Time and transformation collide in this surreal clockwork composition. Layered faces overlap like fragments of the self, hinting at cycles of growth, struggle, and renewal. The clock’s hands cut through them as if to ask whether we ever truly arrive, or if we are always becoming. It’s a meditation on impermanence, self-invention, and the endless unfolding of human identity.
