The Paradoxical Hiding Place Behind 0

37.5*52cm, Oil Pastel on Paper

Did time ignite anew? Or does it cascade towards the boundless sea of zeros? What does 0 mean to us? Does it signify nothingness? Is it null?

Machines have transformed our void, molding it into the essence of everything—the alphabet of their language, the pulse of their power, the genesis and finale.

0 defies human comprehension, transcending the confines of our realm—a language spoken by intelligence beyond.

Take a glimpse. Isn't she breathtaking?