Like Smoke, Like Memory V

Movement blurs the form slightly — not enough to erase, but enough to remind us that being is not fixed. The duffel coat sweeps around the figure like a cloak of wind. The presence is faintly feline: aware, graceful, observing. Virginia Woolf wrote of moments of being, and this image holds one — a suspended breath in the field of becoming, neither past nor future, but absolutely now.