Faron Ard Imaging

The Blue That Bare Skin Remembers

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She stands before the pale wood as though the world has been sanded down to its quietest truth.The deep blue is almost gone from the room now, but not from her. It stays hidden in her eyes, in the cool hush beneath the softness, in the way her presence makes every neutral thing around her feel suddenly devotional. The boards behind her do not frame her so much as retreat from her, becoming simple, obedient, and plain because anything more would be an insult to the beauty already standing there.There is a strange courage in how little the image needs to explain. No satin. No pearls. No dark stone pretending it has depth. Just skin, ink, shadow, and that impossible upward gaze, all of it gathered into a kind of pale altar-light. Her floral mark blooms at the shoulder like a relic of color that refused to be completely silenced, while the blue at her hip feels like a signature left by some private mythology.She is not dressed in mystery here.She is the mystery, stripped down to its most dangerous and holy shape, and the room does the only decent thing.It goes quiet enough to worship.

Made: 2017-03-31
Format: 683 × 1024