With him, everything began from stripping away the extra
no mask, no role, no performance.
Just skin, breath, bone,
a man allowing himself to be part of light, of matter, of life itself.
There are men who don’t need many words;
his breathing told me everything.
Through the lens I watched how silence settled on his shoulders
and how, in that quiet, the body finally remembered:
it is allowed to simply be.
