treskow's note
each image is a fragment — of desire, of presence, of a state that’s hard to put into words
every print comes out of a moment of surrender: giving in to beauty, to fantasy, to the mystery of the feminine
I’m not chasing reality
I’m chasing something that hits deeper, something that stirs you, shifts you, makes you feel
signed, limited, printed on archival paper — each one is a trace of intimacy made physical
like a still from a story that hasn’t been written yet
like a memory you haven’t lived, but already recognize in your body