Exit Vectors: Forecast

Prompt: A fractured skull acting as a prism, splitting a single beam of light into rays of unknown colors that cast alien shadows. Creative Process: There was something deeply unsettling about the way light bent through those empty sockets. i wanted to capture that moment when photons get trapped in calcium, creating their own tiny apocalypse. the skull became a prism of mortality, diffracting existence into its base components. memories of studying chiaroscuro in baroque paintings merged with quantum mechanics textbooks - death as both particle and wave. the warm glow reminded me of that summer evening when i discovered a collection of ancient medical illustrations in a forgotten digital archive, their yellowed pages holding secrets about the architecture of decay..