"Efflux"

Not form, but release.
Not composition, but a state that can no longer be contained.

“Efflux” marks the moment where the interior loses its boundary, not as an explosion, but as a quiet, irreversible overflow. Something moves outward without intention, without control. It is neither chaos nor order, but a movement no longer bound to structure.

The surface appears calm, yet it has already been crossed.
What becomes visible is not the work itself, but what has escaped it.