Frame-winged. Starbloomed. Fused.

Bodies that wear frames instead of hands – they seem to limit and at the same time open up space.

Wings sprout from the corners, like a memory of movement that almost no longer exists.

Faces – starry and floral at the same time. One holds a crescent moon that has grown into the forehead, the other – roots and a heel that break through the chin.

They look in different directions, but their lines are inevitably intertwined: one face enters the boundaries of another, erasing borders. This is a meeting of two worlds where one cannot

exist without the other. Where the frame becomes a wing, and the roots grow into a star.