The Killing of Past Selves

The Killing of Past Selves stages transformation as a cold, deliberate act. A lone figure holds the center like a witness and a perpetrator at once, while the surrounding bodies disperse into water and distance.

Glacial blues meet a bruised, warming horizon, turning the scene into a moral climate: survival, refusal, rebirth. The composition keeps sentiment at bay; what remains is a quiet reckoning with who gets left behind.