Sonmat-4471 sits in her Chicago apartment on Day 6 of the residency. The felt-capture reads HR 62. She is not looking at it. She is looking at her hands. The hands that joined the first coil on Day 3, when she thought observers would change everything. The hands that worked four hours on Day 4, forgetting observers existed. The hands that pressed seams on Day 5, humming a song she did not know. The hands that tried multiple chambers this morning, watched it crack, saved the shards as data. She learned on Day 4: the hand remains. The pressure her thumb uses when clay resists. The felt-capture can read heart rate and cortisol, but it cannot read the knowledge in her hands. She picks up the single-chamber piece, drying on the table. Smaller than planned. Less ambitious. More real. The victory is not making authentically under observation. The victory is authentic stopped being a category she cares about. She is making what she makes. The rest is weather.