Stillness Between Frames IX

A sudden clarity—a face, masked but fixed—like the final frame in an old reel. Behind the wooden structure, it feels both enclosing and liberating. “What we call the beginning is often the end,” Eliot once wrote, “and to make an end is to make a beginning.” The subject is still, but something is about to stir. There is quiet intention in the posture, like the last note of a lullaby.