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spring summer 2026

 

“Chromatic Tide”

In a milky-white world where all people, objects, and air are simple geometries

And organic lines,

The only things that possess color are flowing liquids.

The pool is like spilled paint, raindrops are falling points of light,

The ocean is a churning oil painting, and drinks are dreams splashed onto fingertips.

Upon contact with these liquids, colors briefly spread, saturated and intense,

Before ultimately drying up with time, returning once more to the milky-white tranquility.

This is a story about the fleeting and the eternal, of memory and evaporation.

Life is like a canvas; every drop of chromatic tide is proof of having once existed.