A portrait of a woman negotiating the cycles of modern life.

She navigates the lace-thin seam between stasis and motion. Morning finds her folded into a book; at noon she's undecided, and dusk loosens a collar for room to breathe. Wide legs stride; a camisole slips, fringes dance—textures marking the transition from armour to openness.

The day never resolves, and that is the point: freedom lives in the in-between, comfortably unfinished.

Don't Sweat It.