Watching Myself Fade drawing the viewer into its

drawing the viewer into its depths

as if the light itself remembers

import taxes

fragments of a face emerge from the darkness

and the will to move through it

Watching Myself Fade drawing the viewer into itsThe figure in this piece does not resist the feeling of fading they simply watch it unfold, quietly and without struggle. Their gaze carries not fear, but a quiet sense of acceptance. It captures a brief, fragile tension between presence and disappearance a moment when something precious begins to drift away, softly and without sound. Yet within that silence, it feels as though long forgotten memories or unspoken feelings still lie quietly, waiting to