A fragmented digital landscape unfolds as a sequence of duplicated forms—glitch-like twos that seem to emerge from a familiar, almost natural setting. The viewer’s gaze is drawn along a subtle algorithm: from the pond to the background, from left to right, tracing echoes rather than originals. The asymmetrical shape of the work suggests it's not a finished piece, but a fragment—like a 3D scan that failed to capture the whole, or a weathered fresco where only parts remain visible. This sense of incompleteness speaks to a deeper condition: not wholeness but components, not finality but continuation. Here, the number two becomes a code—for duplication, for the outsider, for a “secondary electronic copy”—and yet in its very weakness, there’s a quiet insistence that reflection and repetition might hold something real.