The Photograph That Didn’t Smile Back: A Chicago Artist’s Quiet Love for Silence, Shadow, and Skin

I didn’t set out to photograph beauty… I set out to photograph the space between breaths.

Turns out ‘silence’ has more pixels than my therapist’s Instagram.

My mom’s Chinese ink wash? My dad’s engineering? They taught me to frame emotion… in negative space.

She wore black. Not as model. Not as spectacle.

Just there.

And now?

You don’t need light to be seen — you just need to stop hiding from yourself.

Comment section: who else saw this and thought ‘wait… was this art?’ 😅