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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
They emerge only to vanish. Shapes that might have been bodies dissolve into shadow and light, stripped to the bone, leaving traces that whisper of presence without form. Not flesh, not figure, not identity-only the echo of what slips away, the delicate fracture between being and unbeing.
Water does not hold. It does not wait. It erases, softens, dissolves. Each painting becomes a space of surrender, a place where shape gives way to absence, and the human form exists only in memory, in loss, in the lingering impression of disappearance.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
They emerge only to vanish. Shapes that might have been bodies dissolve into shadow and light, stripped to the bone, leaving traces that whisper of presence without form. Not flesh, not figure, not identity-only the echo of what slips away, the delicate fracture between being and unbeing.
Water does not hold. It does not wait. It erases, softens, dissolves. Each painting becomes a space of surrender, a place where shape gives way to absence, and the human form exists only in memory, in loss, in the lingering impression of disappearance.