I don’t document moments, I hold them still long enough to listen. I work in the space between control and release. Where the body is present, but never explained. This is where I find room for shadows to speak where language fails. Like a monochrome hum.

Stillness over spectacle.

Presence over performance.

Nothing performs.

Nothing apologizes.

I harbor what refuses to pose. With a crush on different shades of grey.

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