In this stark monochrome composition, Paris Tooraji eliminates almost every distraction — colour, ornament, narrative — to confront the viewer directly with the unsettling architecture of the mind itself.
The longer one looks, the more the composition begins to move. Straight lines appear to bend under an invisible pressure; the rigid order quietly collapses into disorientation. This is not mere optical play — it is a deliberate enactment of the fragile threshold where reason frays and madness quietly takes the reins.
The Labyrinth of Madness becomes both cerebral puzzle and visceral confrontation. It is a silent, inescapable corridor — an invitation to step willingly into the hidden geometries of psychological confinement and to recognise, perhaps uncomfortably, the labyrinth we each carry within.

