A journey inward, both distant and near.
I keep returning to my shadow. It follows without asking. It appears when I stand still. It stretches when I move. In earlier images, I began noticing it as a quiet companion. Now, in these new photographs, it feels more deliberate. Less accidental.
A shadow is distance and closeness at once. It is attached to the body, yet separate. It mirrors form without revealing detail. It carries presence without identity. I see it as a reminder that we are always in dialogue with parts of ourselves we cannot fully understand.
Near enough to recognise. Distant enough to question.