MISTAKING STONE FOR SKY

In the mineral silence of a forgotten fountain, a pale figure rises like a vision, mistaking stone for sky. Feathers, tulle, and marble dissolve into one another, erasing the boundary between flesh and monument, reflection and reality. The body becomes relic, angel, or wandering spirit, suspended in a sacred architecture of water and shadow. A monochrome reverie where fragility confronts permanence, and beauty hovers between earth and heaven.