Scattered fragments lie exposed within the earth, where the Terracotta Army once stood intact.
Bodies are broken, identities erased, and authority reduced to debris — leaving behind only mass, texture, and the quiet persistence of material.
This image records the moment when power is no longer remembered as command, but as residue.
Scattered fragments lie exposed within the earth, where the Terracotta Army once stood intact.
Bodies are broken, identities erased, and authority reduced to debris — leaving behind only mass, texture, and the quiet persistence of material.
This image records the moment when power is no longer remembered as command, but as residue.