The contrasting textures in this photo leave my brain and hand conflicted: the frozen icicles look almost cottony, inviting touch like an inverted carpet of melted candles or a dense curtain of just-washed fleece … and yet my brain knows they’ll be hard and cold, forbiddingly unyielding even as they slowly drip their surrender […]
a través de Textured Conflict — Na’ama Yehuda