A SKIN UPON A SKIN: DUSK DREAMS
In the liminal hour where day surrenders to night, the desert holds its breath. Here, in this pause between worlds, daydreams crystallise into imagined being—each one a meditation on transformation, on the fluid boundaries between self and shadow. The obsidian surface reflects not just light, but longing. Each silhouette emerges from the dusk like a memory half-remembered, adorned in the language of contrast—where darkness speaks in volumes and light punctuates like poetry. These are the hours when the imagination runs wild, when skin becomes canvas and canvas becomes dream. In this continuation of skin-upon-skin, we venture deeper into the theatre of identity. The desert at dusk becomes our stage, where figures move like apparitions through moments that exist only in the space between waking and sleeping. Latex gleams like a liquid night, catching fragments of the dying light—each reflection a glimpse into another realm of possibility.
