Encoded at the Edge
36x36 Acrylic, Enamel, and Spray Paint on Canvas
Dubes, 2025
There’s a place in the universe where even light hesitates — the event horizon, the border between knowing and unknowing. Physics calls it the information paradox: nothing is ever truly lost, it only changes its language. Every photon, every fragment, every echo is encoded into the skin of spacetime itself.
Encoded at the Edge translates that cosmic law into human form. When we fall into despair, when time distorts and memory fractures, we become our own black holes. Thoughts collapse inward, emotions stretch across impossible distances — yet the record remains. The universe keeps score, not in judgment, but in resonance.
This work is both a confession and a communion: a reminder that the data of who we are doesn’t vanish in darkness — it radiates from it. We take from the archive, we give back to it, and in that exchange, we become eternal participants in the light’s return.
Encoded at the Edge
36x36 Acrylic, Enamel, and Spray Paint on Canvas
Dubes, 2025
There’s a place in the universe where even light hesitates — the event horizon, the border between knowing and unknowing. Physics calls it the information paradox: nothing is ever truly lost, it only changes its language. Every photon, every fragment, every echo is encoded into the skin of spacetime itself.
Encoded at the Edge translates that cosmic law into human form. When we fall into despair, when time distorts and memory fractures, we become our own black holes. Thoughts collapse inward, emotions stretch across impossible distances — yet the record remains. The universe keeps score, not in judgment, but in resonance.
This work is both a confession and a communion: a reminder that the data of who we are doesn’t vanish in darkness — it radiates from it. We take from the archive, we give back to it, and in that exchange, we become eternal participants in the light’s return.
