A Still Ablaze began as an attempt to express the quiet grief I carry, the ache of living far from my aging parents, separated by borders and time zones. It is the fear of loss, the pain of absence, of not being there when they need me.
The images in this project move between intimacy and transience: fleeting light on water, footprints fading on sand, reflections dissolving in ripples. These fragile moments become metaphors for impermanence.
