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NATALIIA CENTER
MIXED MEDIA ARTIST
​​​exploring what’s unsaid
through shadow, gesture,
​​and the space between
observation error
hidden rules [part I]
room N479
hidden ruls [part II]
room N229
on my way
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A body, barely there.
Heat without weight. Presence without certainty.
What appears is already fading.
Not a portrait, not a narrative.
Only the shimmer between touch and absence.
It lingers in the hollow, in the fold,
in the brief surrender of form to shadow.
Here, being is a flicker.
A pulse.
A question left unanswered
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