Mercury Ascending I

In Mercury Ascending, the self dissolves and reforms like liquid silver shimmering in the last light of late summer. The figure pulses between form and formlessness, recalling the myth of Mercury—the messenger who moves between worlds, dissolving boundaries of matter and meaning. The photographs shimmer like pollen in the air, a vision of impermanence. As Heraclitus once said, “Everything flows, nothing stands still,” and here, life itself seems to liquefy into motion, embodying the eternal rhythm of becoming.