This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.

She hides behind her hair

She hides behind her hair, becoming less a body and more a dream. Nonetheless, as the needle falls, so does her sweatshirt. As if it were accidental. And I can’t help but reconsider whether she is real after all, whether her socks truly hold warm legs, whether such pastels actually exist when the somnambulist wakes. 

by Balthazar Simões