Infinity is often imagined as something distant — an endless horizon, a universe without borders, a concept too large to hold.
But perhaps infinity is not far away at all.
Perhaps it exists in repetition, in cycles, in the way one thought leads to another, in the way memory folds back into itself, and in the endless movement between creation and collapse.
The Shape of Infinity explores that tension between structure and the unknown. The geometric lines suggest order, logic, and control, yet they bend toward a dark center where certainty disappears. Warm and cold tones collide along the way, like opposing forces being pulled into the same destination.
The deeper we look, the less clear the boundary becomes between beginning and end.
Maybe infinity has no shape of its own.
Maybe it takes the shape of whatever we are willing to fall into.