Hair loosened by the breeze has no fixed outline. Strands overlap for a moment, then separate; a small movement changes the whole silhouette. Like a wave, each line seems to hold the beginning of another movement.
That rhythm runs through the slender curves of VOICE and the facing lines of TIDE. One line travels farther while another pauses, leaving a little space where they draw close. The eye follows the interval between them.
Close to the skin, a curve finds another relationship with movement. A hand held open has a different expression from one gently folded. Fabric and light change the impression again, allowing the form to settle into everyday life.
