In my mind, there is a tangled thread — a knot with no beginning and no end. The strands of thought coil endlessly upon themselves, like a mind striving to unravel its own fabric, only to sink deeper within each attempt.
In this endless cycle, the boundary between silence and noise fades away. Fractal forms mirror the structure of the mind — complex, self-repeating, and restless. Each knot bears the trace of fear, each branch a mark of memory, and every fibre an extension of thoughts and emotions that do not dissolve in time but persist in presence.
This video is an experience of descending into the depths of the mind, where order and chaos, fear and hope, motion and stillness, love and hatred continuously form and collapse. The viewer becomes not merely an observer but a participant in this flow, as if, within this woven structure, there is no way out.
In this endless cycle, the boundary between silence and noise fades away. Fractal forms mirror the structure of the mind — complex, self-repeating, and restless. Each knot bears the trace of fear, each branch a mark of memory, and every fibre an extension of thoughts and emotions that do not dissolve in time but persist in presence.
This video is an experience of descending into the depths of the mind, where order and chaos, fear and hope, motion and stillness, love and hatred continuously form and collapse. The viewer becomes not merely an observer but a participant in this flow, as if, within this woven structure, there is no way out.