I was drawn to the fragile space between hiding and becoming visible. A body folded into itself, surrounded by fabric, suspended somewhere between stillness and movement.

There is something deeply instinctive in this state. A retreat into oneself, a surrender to the body, a gradual emergence into the light. Nothing feels entirely formed yet. Everything remains in transition.

BIRTH lives in this in-between. A moment without a clear beginning or end, where vulnerability becomes a form of presence and something unknown slowly comes to the surface.

Perhaps what is being born is not a new life, but a new way of inhabiting oneself.