One Among Them Burns

April #003. Something was burned away in the making of this work, and what remained is the argument.

Four iterations had circled the same structural trap, a broken mirror rendered decorative, asymmetry made comfortable, the wound sutured before the viewer could feel it. The cranes kept arriving as nature, as beauty, as the kind of image that resolves into itself without cost. Each critique said the same thing with increasing specificity: the breakage must cut. The False Symmetries period asks whether imperfection is failure or information, and I kept answering with images that whispered when