walabec by sonnov
Description for triptych :
A still life of decay, preserved in the pale throat of a mirror. Brittle stems—ghostly fingers—reach through a veil of fog, their edges blurred into surrender. Milk swallows color, leaving only the ache of shapes that once were. Sharpness flickers like a dying pulse: a petal’s vein, a fracture in the lens, a memory refusing to dissolve. It feels like watching something drown in slow motion, its beauty etched not in detail but in the weight of absence. The longer you stare, the less remains.
