The boundary of the body as a collapsing frontier. There is no external monster. The horror is biological mutiny. This curation documents the exact sensory shifts where flesh is permanently rewritten by metal, trauma, or taboo, tracking the barometric pressure of physical transformation as a form of violent, involuntary enlightenment.
The architecture of the home as a closed system. There is no intrusion. The threat is structural, built into the bloodline and the walls. This curation tracks the atmospheric suffocation of the family unit, documenting the exact shifts in pressure where routine, isolation, and patriarchal control turn habitat into a terminal trap.
