Observation: whatever you want from me

At night, everything inside the greenhouse is meant to be protected, grown, and nourished. Yet the light is merciless. The saturated greens turn poisonous. Reflections multiply the body as if it must answer more than once. Desire, expectation, projection — all pressing from the outside.

What do you really want from me?

Everything in my mind escapes through my breath. My body crouches, but it does not disappear.

It shines because it resists.

It remains because it chooses.

This work explores the fragile boundary between offering and losing, between being seen and being consumed, between love and demand.

The flash is frontal. Inevitable. Honest.

Nothing hides. Nothing softens.

And yet, something remains untaken.