I have painted 102 miniature canvases, and every single one is connected to all the others by a wormhole that runs underneath the entire series, same thread, same current, same pull. You could own one and never know the rest exist. You could own two and feel, every time you look at them, that something is still moving between them.

That's the point. Some of us have always known that connection doesn't need to be visible to be real. That the people, places, and moments we carry with us don't actually leave just because distance gets in the way. This series exists for that exact feeling, the one you've maybe never had the right words for, the sense that you are threaded to something, or someone, far bigger than what's directly in front of you.