Hurling from one void to another
About this Project

A moment suspended, like a frozen frame of a spiritual metaphor.

We are constantly in a state of flux, flung from one state of balance to another. White knuckled, we eagerly grasp for the solace of order, as the inevitability of chaos approaches.

Between these states of calm is pure entropy, but is there not some peace to be found there as well?

Seeking zen in disorder, we may find that letting go entirely is a form of tranquility.

Each liminal threshold is a portal between past and future, on a spectrum made of chaos and order. Where will you find relief?