Genur.art

An elegant, dimly lit 19th-century salon floats in space, its walls opening onto stars. The furniture appears normal — except each chair is occupied by a younger or older version of the same person, seated in symmetrical positions around a circular table. On the table, a static tornado of black-and-white photographs spirals upward, like a time vortex. The room obeys the golden spiral in the placement of objects and shadows. Outside the room: nothingness. A surreal mix of intimacy and existential vastness.