A lone figure floats at the edge of light — fragile, childlike, and helplessly drawn into a vertical stream that is neither entirely destructive nor redemptive. The beam, like a celestial elevator, offers no clear destination. It simply pulls, without judgment, without pause.

This is not a fall in the traditional sense, but a surrender — a quiet slipping into light that asks whether the self can remain intact when met with the full force of existence. The figure, reminiscent of a Humpty Dumpty archetype, becomes a symbol of innocent presence caught in a universe that offers no explanation.

Textures dissolve like memory. Light fractures into spectral hues. In this work, light is not merely illumination — it is the trap itself. Both portal and peril. The artwork hovers in that space before resolution, inviting us to linger there with it.