Light arrives like a quiet hand, tracing skin, pausing on breath.
A gesture becomes a ritual, a curve becomes a horizon.
Between shadow and glow, the body speaks in silence—
tender, fleeting, and fiercely alive.
about current work of our members at strkng.com
Light arrives like a quiet hand, tracing skin, pausing on breath.
A gesture becomes a ritual, a curve becomes a horizon.
Between shadow and glow, the body speaks in silence—
tender, fleeting, and fiercely alive.