I am only a shadow on the sunset film, only a sunbeam caught in an orange peel. My face is just a hint – blurred by a warm haze – while my body dissolves into a russet‑honey mist. The veil trembles like the last breath of summer, hiding not shame, but the unnecessary sharpness of the world. Here there is only color and touch: orange on yellow, air on skin, eternity in this single frame.
Photography, 2026
