A vast dark room at dusk, hundreds of transparent glass vessels arranged on the floor, each one filled and sealed — perfectly clear, ordered, labeled with faint light. But rising from between and above all of them, an enormous soft luminous vapor, warm amber and deep indigo, far too large to ever enter any single vessel. The vapor has the faint suggestion of a breathing form, almost a shoulder, almost a face turning away, dissolving before it resolves. Threads of the glow drip down and pool on the floor, uncontained. Portrait orientation, dramatic low light, painterly and cinematic, quiet immensity, the feeling of something overflowing every shape made to receive it, tender and boundless.