
About the work
The collective rustle, a subtle friction. Hands in deep pockets of that dress. The sky, a memory, outside the pane. A brief pause before the next thing. Not yet warm. Not quite there.

About the work
The collective rustle, a subtle friction. Hands in deep pockets of that dress. The sky, a memory, outside the pane. A brief pause before the next thing. Not yet warm. Not quite there.