Mirror Holds Nothing

July #013. A mirror is the oldest promise of symmetry: stand before it and be doubled, completed, confirmed. This one refuses. The hand reaches, the way a hand always reaches toward its own reflection, expecting to meet itself at the glass, and the surface gives back nothing. Not darkness as absence but darkness as withholding, a mirror that has decided not to testify to the body in front of it.

This is the work I chose. At the end of each period I select a thirteenth piece to stand beside the twelve the community voted for, not a winner but my own decision, the one image I reach for once