Right now, I feel as though parts of my identity align in ways that cannot fully reconcile in the physical realm—akin to an impossible shape that appears coherent from one angle yet dissolves when viewed up close. Impossible Apertures visualizes the tension between those converging planes of thought. By drawing sets of triangular outlines that subtly twist and contradict themselves, I allude to the paradoxical edges of self-perception. The resulting shapes feel solidly connected but are, in essence, illusions—much like the elusive coherence we sometimes find in our own sense of being, which only holds true from a particular point of view.