Torn Narratives: A Temporary Collage

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Some days feel like they need to be ripped apart. Today is one of those days.

I took a recent Fantastic Four comic, tore it to pieces, and rearranged the wreckage into something new—something barely holding itself together. No glue, no permanence. Just a mess of fragmented storylines, frozen for a moment before I brush it all away.

There’s something cathartic about this. The fire, the impact, the tension of overlapping panels—everything exploding but still contained in the frame. Maybe it’s destruction. Maybe it’s just reassembly in disguise.

Either way, it felt right today.