bedroon

A slight breeze blows the textured fabric aside. The bedroom doorway the point of entry. Warm afternoon sunlight creates a moving picture of shadows. The wind barely noticeable as the textile lifts and falls to its command.

A simple scene. Light, shadow, a breath of wind, and a medium to translate them onto. The draped cloth holding three elements perfectly in tension. Suspending them on its surface as it moves and twists. The silhouettes taking on shapes unfamiliar to those just on the other side.