A Moment on Worn Stone X

The pedestal stands empty yet filled with the weight of what once was. The figure upon it is neither fully here nor entirely gone, an impression of movement held within stillness. The photograph, marked by its grainy textures and restrained palette, captures the tension between solidity and impermanence.

Water laps against the base, a quiet reminder that even stone is not immune to time. The faceless self-portrait invites the viewer to enter its silence and simultaneously feel its absence and presence. “All that we see or see is but a dream within a dream,” wrote Edgar Allan Poe. This moment, suspended between past and present, between memory and forgetting, becomes its dream—a threshold into something beyond words.