Prompt: Floating islands where different gravitational fields intersect, objects caught between multiple forces. Creative Process: Somewhere between magritte and a fever dream, these floating chalk islands refused to follow physics. they reminded me of ancient mesopotamian tablets that spoke of sky-platforms where gods would meet to trade secrets. the lake below seemed to pull at them like a magnet fighting against their will to ascend. The piece emerged during one of those nights when gravity felt optional. i had been studying discontinued architectural plans for flying cities from the 1960s, and the way they all failed beautifully. these suspended plateaus became my answer to the question: what if failure was actually the point?.