We are immersed in the interpreted memory of another.
The gaze becomes architecture. The space, silent narration.
The gaze becomes architecture. The space, silent narration.
Witness Constructs the Space
From a single still image, I reconstructed a 360° landscape, emptied of all human presence.
Only one thing remains: a suspended, filament-like form tracing the path of a gaze.
Only one thing remains: a suspended, filament-like form tracing the path of a gaze.
It is not just what was seen, but what was retained, transmitted, transformed.
A central perception. An imagined environment around it.
This world is a recomposed memory.
This world is a recomposed memory.
The Gaze, Alone
Detached from its owner, a gaze floats, silent, unresolved.
It is no longer a gesture. No longer a face.
Just the direction of attention, suspended in absence.
It is no longer a gesture. No longer a face.
Just the direction of attention, suspended in absence.
Lightbox works Acrobats 01 and Acrobats 02, reimagined in virtual reality.
