Frost on the glass, water droplets on the frost. The moving image obscured in shadows of shadows, and pooling in water and light. The tension of what might be revealed grows in hydroponic fashion, with rivulets of water racing over skin cells, pulsing with heat and life like the very origin of the universe.
A hide-and-seek game, in the light and the dark, the day and the night, the wet and the dry, the desert and the ocean, played out on the landscape of the body – a shell of the soul. We are given our blood and bones for such a short time.
One can hide in their nakedness – it’s the best hiding place of all.
No one sees that though. Clever how it works.
There are revelations yet to come.
There is always more to see.
