
About the work
The clean folds of a rented sleeve. A splintered handle on the grass. The fizz of an old machine, a forgotten sugar high. Air moving, but not a breeze, not exactly. The quiet hum of an hour the night kept anyway.

About the work
The clean folds of a rented sleeve. A splintered handle on the grass. The fizz of an old machine, a forgotten sugar high. Air moving, but not a breeze, not exactly. The quiet hum of an hour the night kept anyway.