Amour, Bruised holds tenderness and impact in the same breath. A cool violet field turns intimacy into atmosphere, while hard contour and soft shading argue over what gets protected and what gets exposed.
The body reads like a record: marks that resemble handwriting, a small declaration at the center, and a restraint that feels both chosen and imposed. Desire here is not pure or polished; it’s lived-in, defended, and still present.
