A single line pulls downward through vivid aqua, looping and veering like foam dragged by an uneven current. It doesn’t follow a clean route. It winds, doubles back, stretches out, then pulls tight again. The tension in the thread is constant, even when the shape looks loose. This piece feels like a trace left behind—a record of movement rather than the moment itself. You can almost feel the drag of water beneath it, the weightless resistance of something trying to settle but never quite staying still. It holds that flicker between freedom and pull, where softness meets force.