2021: THE POINT OF NOTHING

A pointed tip, an aperture, a ring at its waist, as if dressed for some forgotten rite. Both ceremonial and faintly absurd, like artifacts from a cult that worshipped ambiguity. The hole invites a gaze; the ring suggests containment; the point insists on direction. Together, they conspire toward meaning, but maybe they are just props in the theatre of mischief.