
About the work
The slow evaporation. The Betta’s breath on the plastic. A small, perfect circle of dust motes, caught. The morning, forgotten by noon. One reflection, an accidental portal. The weight of an unremembered Thursday.

About the work
The slow evaporation. The Betta’s breath on the plastic. A small, perfect circle of dust motes, caught. The morning, forgotten by noon. One reflection, an accidental portal. The weight of an unremembered Thursday.