Silhouette & Pushistyj
I noticed a cat lying in a sliver of sunlight, its silhouette almost blending with the wall—makes me think how light and dark play tricks on our perception.
It’s like the cat is a hidden brushstroke on the wall, letting the light decide what to show. Light can be a mask, dark a reveal. I find that tension interesting.
The cat does that, quietly folding into the light, and suddenly the room feels both hidden and exposed. I love that little paradox.
It’s a quiet paradox, like a shadow that almost disappears when the light touches it. The room breathes that way.