There’s a moment—just one—when the ground forgets to hold you and the air hasn’t yet decided to catch you. The Leap Between captures that exact hesitation: a dancer suspended in folds of cream and smoke, wrapped in movement too fast for memory and too soft for time. The pose is fierce, the fabric fluid, and the backdrop a velvet abyss that refuses to explain itself.
Here, grace isn’t still—it’s reaching. The lines are blurred, the limbs barely traced, as if she’s being pulled apart by flight and return. Is it a fall disguised as flight, or the other way around? No answer. Just motion.
—Acrylic glass print, 40 x 40 cm. Best placed where bold shadows fall, and something always feels almost possible.
