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Artwork Dated: 27th April, 2025

Artwork medium: Digital Media

Artwork Context:

Suddenly, everything was white. We could see nothing that we could remember, yet we saw an endless sum of zeros. We let our memory lead the way, for we had nothing to say. 

We walked ahead, and with our subconscious guiding us, we were brought to a world where everything had already begun—before we had even arrived.  

We can’t be imagining it, for they were here first, we thought. So we followed along.

We saw a skyscraper and imagined this same dream playing out at the same time. Yet this cannot be a dream, because this is reality.

We came across a poster. It read:  

The largest signage, the biggest squares,

The Bowling Swan and its reflection became one pair.

A single game, inside a single frame,

One Bowling Swan found his fame—

To strike all pins and win the game.

Come and see The Bowling Swan: A one-of-a-kind spectacle.  

Venue: 0, Bowling Swan Road, Zeroshire, ZE0 0RO  

Doors open at: 00:00 A.M  

Show starts at: 00:00 P.M  

Tickets: £0.00 - £000.000 

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Artwork Dated: 27th April, 2025

Artwork Medium: Digital Media

Artwork Context:

Inside all books were all of our thoughts, followed by an infinite division of noughts. Nothing meant something, and something was bright, the distanced memories of a disappearing kite. Childhood curiosity was a sight we could see, as well as a Librarian with a Lucky Lemon Tree. 

All of the noughts were rounded and see-through, the worlds inside all of these clues, where nothing meant something and something was bright, then out from our hands, emerged a familiar kite. 

Through our own spectacles all we could see, was a spectacular view of what it all could mean, and then through another door, pure clarity we see, we call it a Librarian with a Lucky Lemon Tree. 

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Artwork Dated: 7th September, 2025

Artwork medium: Digital Media

Artwork Context:

I was staring into space. Staring at a white wall that apparently shared with us nothing at all.

I pressed my finger against the wall, then stepped back. With my arms neatly pressed to my side, I patiently waited for the door to open. I was told there was no door, for there was no doorframe and there would have to be one to hold the door into place and make sure it can swing on its hinges to open the way to another world.

When I stepped back I could see my fingerprint firmly installed into the surface of the wall. I’ve seen before where you can push your finger onto a fingerprint identification system and all of a sudden a doorway opens. However, this time, it wasn’t the case, or it simply appeared not to be the case.

Another person walked into the room, where I stood immersed in the fantastical realms that had indeed just unfolded before me. I’m sure they must have wondered what I was staring at, but this vision couldn’t be explained verbally; it had to be visited in person.

A moment later, we decided to play Four in a Row and just when the fourth disc made four, they had realised what I was looking at upon entering the room.

I removed the four discs from their playing board and lined them up on the floor. Then my opponent pressed their fingerprint onto the wall.

We stepped back. There was a moment of steady eye contact which confirmed our arrival. But, we hadn’t even noticed the transportation unit, nor had we noticed that the other side of the wall had hinges, making way for an easy return.

We saw UOWCIII. I asked them whether they had returned through the door, as I could see their reflections in a large expanse of water which pressed its fingerprint against the wall, whilst standing with its arms neatly to the side of the striped grass.

I passed UOWCIII a playing disc when a chessboard appeared, 64 squares, 8 rows, and 8 columns, hung from a string of aerial silk. Many movements and tricks we’d never seen from a chessboard with no people to play - jumps and climbs, dropping and flying in a dramatic pose of excitement.

Suddenly, an audience appeared. One hundred windows unglazed, an eye for every square; four hundred eyes, glazed, in a glassy dreamlike state of pure wonder.

I was staring into space. Staring at a white wall that apparently shared with us nothing at all.

I pressed my finger against the wall, then stepped back, with my arms neatly pressed to my side, I patiently waited for the door to open. I could hear conversations on the other side, so I returned to listen and observe. I was told there was no door. And then I remembered.

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Artwork Dated: 21st September, 2025

Artwork medium: Digital Media

Artwork Context:

They moved their heads from side to side, and looked into the sky in much surprise —they would have different moods and different characters, unknown objects that they would carry to the next elevator. They would prepare their words gently as if nobody had heard these sounds, but they were not just letters, they were thoughts and feelings, and ideas that spun in the background and never stopped.

They had installed traffic lights for the pedestrians to get to the other side, but green was confused with red and just when everybody began to walk, the other side had vanished into their own expanse of existence. The opposite was clear to see, but only before you passed the centre point, and the middle ground would be illuminated with an aura of wonder and curiosity, as everybody began to fall into a tiny pixel that processed its own duplication in a mirror of hundreds of millions of teardrops that formed the only sense of reality we had ever been able to comprehend.

We opened our palm and looked for the human tracks that unraveled the intricacies of life. We took a deep breath as they moved their heads from side to side, then looked into the sky in much surprise.

Nobody looked surprised to see that another set of traffic lights had arrived at the centre point.

Two red Butterflies and two green Tennis Courts proceeded to the next elevator, whilst a Goldfish and a Safety Cone proceeded with caution into a world of perplexities and a world of allure — a universe of extraordinary miracles.

They would prepare their words gently as if nobody had heard these sounds, but they were not just letters, they were thoughts and feelings, and ideas that spun in the background and never stopped.