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I found myself lingering on the image of an unbuttoned shirt. Its simplicity held me longer than I expected.
There is something disarming about such a small gesture , fabric opened just enough to suggest what lies beneath. It feels accessible, almost ordinary. And yet, it asks for time.
I return to the textures again and again: the softness of skin, the sheer black tights, the sharp crinkle of cotton. Each surface carries a different tension.
What interests me is not exposure, but attention. The act of slowing down for a simple moment and allowing it to unfold.
That quality, of pausing, of noticing, is something I hope lives in all my paintings.