VESTIGES OF BECOMING
Beyond the visible, another body begins to rise. This series continues the quiet metamorphosis, where bone and bloom entwine in luminous reverence. Gilded ribs arc into sacred scaffolds, unfurled into lattices of light, veiled by membranes that pulse like breath held between worlds. Petals stretch from spine and sternum, blurring the boundaries between flesh, flower, and myth. Neither garment nor armour, but something more sacred. A second skin. A luminous prosthesis. A tenderness you cannot tear through. In the vast hush of their expanse, these figures stand neither clothed nor bare, but crowned by their own unfolding. Their bodies are altars; their skins, softened citadels. The desert backdrop stretches endlessly behind them, a horizon of silence, of space, of breath — where fragility becomes form, and survival is its own art. Each form speaks not of protection, but of consecration—of what it means to be held open, luminous, and alive.
