Crossing

Gold and a delicate touch of fluorescent colour mark the boundary between what has been and what is yet to come, between the known and the unknown, between light and depth. The Golden Figure moves. Not in haste, not in fear, but with the quiet determination of someone who knows that moving forward is the only way. The upper plane breathes—turquoise and open. The lower plane beckons, rich and deep like the night before a new day. The legs keep moving. Curious. Towards the new.