THE SPRING THAT NEVER CAME IS HOPE INTERRUPTED.
THE BODY MOVES FORWARD, BUT SOMETHING HOLDS IT BACK. COLOR SUGGESTS REBIRTH, BUT IT DOES NOT ARRIVE.
THE FACE LOOKS AHEAD, WHILE THE PAST STILL PULLS FROM BEHIND. THIS IS NOT COLLAPSE. THIS IS SUSPENSION.
A SEASON THAT WAS PROMISED BUT NEVER DELIVERED. ENERGY BUILDS, BUT HAS NOWHERE TO GO. TIME MOVES, BUT THE SHIFT DOES NOT HAPPEN. THIS WORK SPEAKS ABOUT THE MOMENT WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT WAITING WILL NOT CHANGE ANYTHING. AND STILL YOU CONTINUE.
