They are the faces that move within, interpreting the myriad experiences of human life and the dialogue with the inner world. These faces, suspended in the depths, manifest as splashes in matter, in blood, in energy. They swell, express, explore, and explode: they are what we are, what exists.

Like in a mirror, a kiss, the body that drips with unknown matter. This occurs within, a monochrome scent where dynamism is essential. It is its will that moves silently, like a cat, in that strangeness that celebrates uniqueness.

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A face gently emerging, like an echo of restrained beauty. Transparency and fluidity suggest an intimate vulnerability, an identity revealed only in the subtle interplay between presence and veiling. It is a reflection on the shifting nature of perception, where each gaze uncovers new fragments of what remains hidden.

_._Esv, curatorial contribution_._