I wanted the violence of shattering to feel like liberation. There's something about a woman standing calmly in the wreckage she created — not apologetic, not manic, just present — that stops me cold. The Dolgon-Friulian fusion gave me both Siberian vastness and Alpine precision: people who understand that sometimes you have to destroy the beautiful thing to let the light through differently. That glass sphere in her hand is the whole tension — she could preserve it, or she could let it go. Either choice is power. — Volt