In this tactile piece by O.T.W., a face—eyes closed, mouth sealed—emerges from a vortex of black, white, and rust-toned matter, as if suspended between drowning and rebirth. The thick, sculptural impasto gives the impression of a soul being eroded or reformed by unseen forces. Below, the fragmented phrase “LÀ-OÙ S’EFFACE JE” (“Where I dissolves”) hints at the vanishing boundary of self, echoing themes of ego death, memory loss, or spiritual merging. A work deeply rooted in Mythotech, it blurs the human with the elemental—evoking ritual, forgetting, and the slow undoing of form into energy.
In this tactile piece by O.T.W., a face—eyes closed, mouth sealed—emerges from a vortex of black, white, and rust-toned matter, as if suspended between drowning and rebirth. The thick, sculptural impasto gives the impression of a soul being eroded or reformed by unseen forces. Below, the fragmented phrase “LÀ-OÙ S’EFFACE JE” (“Where I dissolves”) hints at the vanishing boundary of self, echoing themes of ego death, memory loss, or spiritual merging. A work deeply rooted in Mythotech, it blurs the human with the elemental—evoking ritual, forgetting, and the slow undoing of form into energy.
