In the hush of the evening’s grace, the sun descends from its daytime place and the chilled wind sweeps through the shoots of quivering reeds. Blades of grass lock ties with hair locks as heads rest on the belly of the grumbling earth. Up above, chemtrails scorch the sky like brushstrokes and the last of the sun’s rays ignite the looming night-time. Fixed in a moment of twilight’s hour, Anthony’s marble eyes rest mesmerised - entranced by beauty but lost in awe, spellbound by the things they saw.
The palette of the infant night bursts like flavours of citrus fruits, dripping down beneath the borderline. Songbirds sing like a symphony, an orchestral mass. Their sweet melodies echo like remedies for memories one longs to forget. At the edge of the day and the corner of night, Hannah Cosgrove’s delicate eye captures Anthony as he melts amidst the warmth of the evening’s embrace. His skin is glazed in the sweet syrup of a sunset sublime, and though time is fast, and the seconds are few, Anthony looks ahead to the day anew.
Beyond dark hills and above sinking dunes, the landscape lies empty for the stars to consume. Distant structures disperse as wise shadow grows older, and Anthony’s stature stands unaltered. Immersed in the flair of Mother Nature’s design, Sophia Katyea styles Anthony in garments fortressed with threads of platinum - a sweater so soft, cottons jade-green, a balm for his soul, so pure and serene. For though the day was arduous and tough, the silver lining was more than enough.