This series begins with subtraction, no costume, little color, fewer answers. What remains is posture and air. I work near the threshold of blur so breath can touch the frame and wind can edit the edges. Poses echo forms already present in the woods, the seed curl near the ground, the leaning trunk, the upward reach, not to imitate the forest but to remember we are continuous with it. A body is a place that holds air, a chamber where the world breathes through us. Stand still, listen, the forest will finish the sentence.