In Voided Wandering, a lone astronaut drifts through the remains of a ruined city — a landscape of waste, strangely arranged like glimmering trees. Though the scene suggests desolation, the feeling is not despair, but contemplation. This artwork explores the quiet act of drifting: allowing oneself to float through disorder without rushing to fix it, to sit with a space even if it’s imperfect, and to discover subtle beauty in unlikely places. There is an underlying sense of alienation — the quiet loneliness found in cities that never sleep — but it’s not isolating. Instead, it speaks to a shared emotional experience: that many of us, in our own ways, have wandered through strange places and felt something familiar. And that, in itself, is connection.