In Particle, Artitaya dismantles the myth of endless progress. With a poetic lens and documentary roots, she invites us to inhabit the liminal space between growth and decay. This is not an accusation, nor a sermon—it is a gentle, aching meditation.

The work lingers on limestone: unremarkable, ubiquitous, yet vital. In its transformation from mountain to cement, we glimpse our own complicity in the quiet violence of modernization. The figure of the young man—wandering, nearly weightless—mirrors our own place in this cycle: estranged from the earth, grasping for meaning, drifting toward a green horizon that may no longer exist.

Here, resistance is not loud. It is the act of noticing. Of remembering. Of refusing to look away.